5:30 a.m. Our sweet Penny, who has just of late figured out how to open her bedroom door, woke us up by coming into our room and announcing “I get up”. I gingerly and sweetly lifted her into our bed for some cuddle-time thinking, “Wow, what a sweet way to start my day!” Our sweet Penny was furious that we didn't instead jump out of bed, bright-eyed and ready to do her bidding. A spectacular heel-kicking, banshee screaming fit ensued. I admit it now, I was ticked. I was being nice! And it was my birthday! And it was FIVE THIRTY! The coffee maker doesn't come on until 6:15! We got Penny back to bed but we were up. When she got up again a little later, she was being really cute and sweet, as she tends to do. Anyway, back to MY DAY.
7 (ish) a.m. David picked up breakfast so I didn't have to cook. (Love him!) I had already made the kids lunches for school, and the kids actually ate their breakfast without any probing. (Who are these kids and where are the REAL Cooper and Penny???) It was no wonder I had nearly an hour to kill before I needed to get the kids to school. That never happens! So I worked on the kids' baby books. Completing the kids’ baby books and memory boxes is a task from “the list” so before the kids even went to school I had a sense of minor accomplishment surging through me.
9:15 a.m. After dropping the kids off I added to that good feeling by going for a run. A side of endorphin never hurts a mood! Afterward, I leisurely showered and got dressed. Since it was my birthday, I turned on the TV to listen to while I dressed. I NEVER do that! Generally during the week the TV is big fat off between the hours of 9 a.m. and let’s say 6 p.m. After that we might be desperate to hear ourselves talk so we turn on Netflix for the kids, but, I digress. Some trashy talk show came on, showcasing how ridiculous other people’s lives are, making mine look Ah-MAY-ZING! The morning continued with a chat with my mom on the phone and some idle email/Facebook/blog reading time. Ah! Quiet and idleness! LOVING my birthday so far!
11:00 a.m.I decided I need to get SOMETHING accomplished today, so after picking up around the house, off I went to the community center to get in on some early voting. (Who knows what’s happening on Election Day. I might (EEK!) have kids with me, or I might forget or the lines will be long or, well I need to vote because I will HATE myself if I don’t vote.) Second snag of the day (snag numero uno being the early wake up)…the Caller Times was wrong (insert shocked gasp here), early voting doesn't start until TOMORROW. I wasted 20 minutes of my birthday driving to the community center, wandering around like a dolt, only to barely catch the sign stating “Early Voting-Oct. 25.” Grrr. Oh well, I still had “sense of accomplishment” and exercise endorphin in my system, so no biggie.
11:25 a.m. Next on the list was lunch with my girlfriends, which of course is the key to any girl’s heart. Since I got there 20 minutes early, I satisfied my inner nerd by reading my book in the parking lot. Coffee followed lunch, caffeine being my “sense of accomplishment” and exercise endorphin stand-in of choice, particularly on those days when I don’t accomplish anything and don’t exercise. (I have just figured out exactly HOW I managed my caffeine addiction in the first place…).
1:41:37 p.m. I pushed the clock to the absolute last second I needed to head towards the kids, school and not be the deadbeat-late-to-pick-up-the-kids-mom that every school, daycare, and babysitter hates. I wasn't late. Score!
2:00 p.m. Then my favorite gift of the day occurred when I walked into the school. Cooper’s teacher said, “Cooper told me it was your birthday today, so have a happy birthday!” You assume kids are self-centered. You accept that kids are self-centered. You are OK with that. MY four-year-old, however, is not! The fact that it was his Mama’s birthday was important enough to him to not only remember it, but to spread the word! That’s my boy!! On the way home, Cooper shrieked in delight as we passed the water tower near our house. You see, we play a little game. Cooper announces he sees a water tower. That is my cue to say, “Oh, cool, well, we are going to drive right by it!” Then Coop tells me how it is going to drop sugar. Then I say, “NO! It’s not a sugar tower, it’s a water tower!” Hilarity ensues. (Hey, its not my fault you didn't get the joke. You really had to be there.)
2:45 p.m. After the 93rd day in a row of having Welch's fruit snacks and goldfish for a snack, Cooper took a nap. On this particular day, Penny had napped at school and would not nap at home like Cooper. This meant that I was NOT going to get to flop onto the couch with chocolates and Jane Austen like I had planned. (No, that is not how I usually spend my afternoons. It's my BIRTHDAY people.) I still had caffeine in my blood stream, so this is no biggie either. Hardly snag number three. Besides, I get to use the birthday card today. In this case, a Spot DVD…Penny absolutely loves Spot right now and frankly I DID NOT feel like playing with play-doh or trains or dolls or whatever, so a win-win! I didn't DARE flop onto the couch while she watched because EVERY MOTHER KNOWS that the surest way to get your kid to need/want/demand something is to flop onto the couch and get comfortable. So I busy-beed (David’s term for when I get rolling doing stuff around the house) for awhile, working off that caffeine.
4:30 p.m.David came home early (Another gift!) and tried to get Cooper and Penny interested in singing me “Happy Birthday.” THEY were more interested in Spot, who was still on TV(oops, I might have "accidentally" started it over), so David had to sing alone. Oh well, the thought and the iPHONE more than made up for it! (Insert another shocked gasp sans sarcasm this time...I have finally joined the rest of the modern world and get to trade in my "dumb" phone.)
6 p.m. We took the kids to a bar to meet up with friends. Yes, a bar. But it was a kid-friendly bar. It was a blast, simply because we have good friends. And the kids had a blast, which was what I wanted. I just wanted to do something for my birthday that involved my kids...you read the 2 p.m. entry right? Birthdays are super important to Cooper!
9 p.m (or 10?) Cooper is super bummed that we leave said bar. He tearfully kept saying "I want to go to the beer park! I want to see a birthday cake!" Oops...to Cooper, birthdays mean cake. We had kind of forgotten that part. David feels bad for not getting a cake until I assure him I did not need a cake. (There was NO WAY I was going running tomorrow...) Since Cooper was still crying and seemed to have forgotten that he ignored us when we did the whole song and gift gig earlier, we improvised. David quickly threw the iPhone case back into the gift bag and stuck three candles into a rump of leftover banana bread. I got "Happy Birthday" sung to me for the second time. THAT was just about the cutest thing ever, and it made my day the best thing ever.