My friend Laura has demanded a birthday recap, and since it already seems like a month ago I figured I'd better get on it while I still remember a few details. Let's see, it was last Wednesday, right? Mia and I got up to find that Chris had adorned the kitchen table with balloons and streamers. This thrilled Mia's little soul to absolute bits and I have to say that having my two year old spend most of the day bringing me balloons and saying "Happy Birthday, Mommy" made for the most fabulous birthday I've had in a long time. Once I dragged her away from the decorations, Mia and I went about our normal business. We went out for a while, came home for lunch, she took her nap while I cleaned up and did some laundry and emptied the dishwasher and balanced the checkbook. Thrilling, I know. Then Chris got home and I got presents (spa gift card from Chris, Olivia book from Mia, cleaning service gift card from my parents, spa gift card from my in-laws, these people really know how to shop) and then I went out to pick up sushi. We ate, did the bedtime routine, tucked Mia into bed, and then I spent the next three hours trying to get her to stop screaming and go to sleep.
So then on Saturday, I took Chris out to dinner to celebrate me birthday. (What? I made all the arrangements, what else would you call it?) We left Mia with my parents, went to an Indian place that we like ok but that is still nowhere close to our dearly departed all-time favorite which was knocked down two years ago to make room for a parking lot. Then we had a lengthy debate about whether we could just go get Mia rather than leaving her at my parents' all night as planned, decided we couldn't, headed to a mall with the idea of maybe seeing a movie, decided we didn't want to see a movie so just peed and got coffee instead, headed home and watched TiVo while waiting for my parents to call with the news that Mia was asleep. Which didn't happen until 11:00 because they let her stay up and watch Animal Planet and now Mia wants to live with Nana and Papa.
In other news, I've managed to lose the list of paint colors that we need to send to the painters who are coming next week to paint our entire house, which is bad. Also, I've been fired from this gig and am considering getting a new job as a pregnant stripper. What do you think? I think it would be great, except that I can't deal with the heels right now. Could I be a stripper in sensible shoes? Maybe crocs? And finally, I am dying for a sugar fix and willing to pitch that whole "trying to be good" bullshit straight out the window but am just too lazy to put on real pants and go to the store, so will just have to power through it, and I hate powering through it.
Hey, I just choked on nothing. I rock.