More Birthday News

Mamma had a birthday, too. A half-way to 70 birthday. Yesterday. August 24. Here's a story:

Saturday was Q's 2nd year birthday party. The husband announced to me that we had dinner reservations that night for my birthday. I said, "But my birthday is tomorrow." and "It's 5 o'clock and I just had a cupcake and a hot dog! I won't be hungry." He was all soothy, "My folks are already babysitting." "It will be nice and relaxing." "Time to celebrate YOU!"

By the time 8pm came, I received my first gift. The in-laws announced that they were taking both kids for the night. The whole night. OMG, OMG, OMG I was about to sleep through the night for the first time in 4 months. I was beside myself with happiness. I decided it was the best birthday ever for that reason alone.

I bounced out of their building thinking a nice dinner out sounded quite wonderful. Images of goblet's of red wine filled my brain.But then we got to said "dinner" location. It was a bowling ally. I was annoyed. I sort of guessed something might be up when we arrived for bowling, and even then, I was put-out. I had worked myself into excitement over civilized eating. Eating where I didn't have to make nice with anyone and someone pampered me. The husband said, "it's just you and me. I thought it would be fun. Something different." I sighed and recalled the husband telling me I forgot socks when we left. I had looked down at my strappy shoes, and said, "socks?"

See, but then present number 2 happened. I walked into the bowling ally and saw two lanes filled with my closest friends. And they were partying like it was 1999. It warmed my heart. Really, I saw them all and got a little misty eyed. When they saw me, there was much jumping up and down and hugging and there was a beer put in my hand and with my smile not at all tentative I proceded to have the BEST bowling birthday party EVER!

But that is not all. Present number 3 arrived when I woke up the next morning to my spa day. 3 blissful hours of spa treatment. I came home afterwards and the husband and the kids were still not back. I went on a long run.

I loved my 24 hours off of mommy time, but I could not have been happier to see my little people at day's end. My husband got big wet kisses and lots of "you are the best husband who threw me the best party and gave me the best spa day and the best break from parenting!" You'd think he'd be thrilled by this attack of glee and kisses, but he was all squirming away.

Seriously, though. By the time it was time for my birthday dinner, nothing sounded more luxurious than Chinese food with my family.

Happy Birthday to me!