...is not at the very best time of the year. All my life it was either the day we went back to school from Christmas break, or the day before. "Wake up--Happy Birthday--hurry up and get ready for school." What a great way to celebrate. (By the way, there is NO school today here! The power of homeschooling.)
And if you think my parents ever let me stay home because it was my birthday, then you don't know people like my parents. The MOST I ever got out of them, and this was only because I was the third child and they were tired and old, was scheduling my orthodontist appointments so that I would miss first period--Algebra. Which, considering that I had to re-take Algebra in summer school might not have been the best move on my part. But anyway...
I shamelessly had the children call my dad this morning to ask, "Grandpa, will you help us make Mommy's cake?" Isn't that awful of me? I told my dad it was because the girls are a little disappointed that there is no surprise element to this day. They aren't getting me a present and they are just wanting to surprise me with something. Which is all true--but I could have helped them make the cake. I just think you shouldn't have to make your own birthday cake, you know? S can't help--he's working 12 hour days right now. If I wanted that German Chocolate goodness anywhere near my actual birthday I had to take action!
Christmas/my birthday is a stressful time for my husband. He either has zero ideas for presents, or $200+ ideas for presents. I helped him out this year by telling him what I wanted to do for my birthday. We are going to eat at a nice restaurant (Nice=you sit down and they bring you the food.) and then to the bookstore for me to pick out my own book while he watches the girls and I can actually LOOK at the books.
Later today I am going to get the party decorations down and set the girls free with tape. It should be interesting.
Have a good weekend! I'm off to enjoy the day by cleaning house.