GREAT. BIRTHDAY. I will admit the morning was much like any other morning. Got the kids up and dressed (but lunches magically appeared from the birthday fairy). I helped in the classrooms, vacuumed, and then I picked up (Drew really wanted to but I was fine to do it… P enjoys her car rides).
But as soon as Drew came home (which was like 2:45… nice) he took over, and I sat on the couch and DVR’d myself to bliss. Then came burgers (no counting points on your birthday… didn’t I read that in the WW handbook somewhere?… I did still split with D because I also had some cheese fries), Yumi yogurt (HELLO, SNICKERS CARBOLITE… speaking of bliss….) and then presents. I’m excited for some new yoga DVD’s and a subscription to Cook’s Country — I’ve wanted that for a while! The boys got some some jewelry (P will be in HEAVEN). And again, I made Drew watch some seriously bad female television with me.
Does anyone think that Wendy Williams might just be a crazy robot? Man… that woman makes me question the human race, and then giggle.
Anyway, it was a great day. Possibly one of my best birthdays ever.
I had some nice chats with lady friends about birthdays yesterday. Seems like many a husband has an issue with it. Hello, General Authorities… if you’re out there, a lesson on proper wifely birthday etiquette may just be a great General Conference Talk… Just sayin’.
The fun doesn’t even end THERE. Drew took today OFF to haul the boys up to a baseball game. That means he’s taking and picking up from school, leaving me and P to enjoy some life to ourselves.
AND we even have a great date night planned for the weekend.
This life has a lot of joy in it lately.
Oh, and in the ironies of all ironies I was thinking back to my mom’s birth story. She says that she was 6 weeks overdue with me (uh-huh) and I just wouldn’t come and she finally went in and said she wasn’t leaving without a baby. So, the nurses gave her some cooling off and finally she had a baby. Me.
Isn’t it amusing that I chose the very career that my mom hated at the time of my birth?
And isn’t it amusing that after being six weeks over due I was only like six pounds.
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