another year older

I thought I would wake up to breakfast in bed, flowers and balloons. Everyone would be smiling and getting along. HA! Is this my first day in this family?

I got up at 8 because I couldn't sleep anymore. Soon after The Little One was waking as well. She wanted Easy Mac for breakfast. What the hell, I said... it's easy and it's my birthday!! So, as I am making her delicious meal I say "it's my birthday today". She looks at me with disgust and says "AGAIN?" Well.... hello to you to!!

The Other One drug herself out of bed at 9:45 with an attitude. After about 20 minutes of complaining and looking like she hates life she says "Oh, happy birthday Mommy." then like she remembered something "Is Daddy up yet?" My better/other half was sleeping in because he celebrated my birthday eve better than I did!!

When the entire brood was finally awake my husband took the kids out for a little bit. That was extremely nice since I can't really remember the last time that I showered without someone storming in to pee or ask me a question. They returned with a pair of boots that I drooled on the day before.

My daughter, The Other One, has a hard time sharing the spotlight so when it has to do with celebrating me she tries really hard to mess it up for me. She comes down the street with boots in hand waving them around for the entire neighborhood to see. Nice.... because it isn't a surprise for me so why not spoil it for them too. My husband looks as though someone shot his dog. I ask him what's wrong and he points at the kids. Ahhhhh... I totally understand.

I proceed to cook myself my celebratory dinner which is lasagna. I figured that the love of my life would make the effort and supervise the cupcake preparation with the kids..... NOOOOO... I had to push him over the edge by getting all of the ingredients and kick the birdie out of the nest. This project turns into arguing because both of my children think that they are grown and can do whatever they want. If one wasn't storming off - the other was!! It got to the point that The Other One decides to tell me that she didn't get me a gift. Happy Birthday to me.

I finished the cupcakes and assembled the lasagna alone. Hubby went about some household chores that only he could do. The kids.... well, they did what they do best - tell on each other, yell and scream!!

I'm at a loss. Since when is asking for a peaceful day a bad thing? Well, I do have to admit that it has been better than most birthdays. Sometimes you just have to be thankful for what you DO have. One day I will think back and miss all the bickering!! Right now - I can do without it.