My birthday is next week. I wish I could say I was looking forward to it, but as it brings me another year closer to old age and death, not so much. My husband is leaving on a business trip overseas the exact day so being left with two fiesty kids while trying to keep my lunch down for a week doesn't appeal to me much either, so kinda dreading next week.
Derick took the kids out this afternoon "to hang out" which is code for buying my birthday gift. I had hopes of getting a long nap but my friendly neighbors felt like it was a good day to have tile installed AND play rousing games of loud as thunder basketball so that didn't happen. So, or course, what was left to do after watching all my tivoed episodes of Desperate Housewive (oh, please tell me Mike isn't going to die!)? Clean. Yep, spent my free time cleaning. I have no life.
Anyway, Jacob came in quite excited, trying so, so hard not to spill the beans and to his credit, he didn't. Then. We went out to eat at one of my favorite places with my free birthday meal postcard (yeah, free food) and he kept mum there as well, the Longhorn game keeping him busy I guess. When we returned home his dad went out to mow and I curled up in the bed and watched some tv with the boys and Jacob and I had this conversation:
Jacob: Mom, do you want to know where we went today?
Me: No, that's okay.
Jacob: We didn't buy you anything for your birthday.
Jacob: (waits a few minutes) Do you remember all the trouble you've been having?
Me: Which trouble, you will need to be more specific, I have many troubles.
Jacob: Remember when you were sewing my pillow and your sewing machine fell apart and now it sits in the garage? We didn't buy you a brand new, much more better and more expensive sewing machine that will work and not fall apart like a piece of crap.
Hmmmm......wonder what I'm getting for my birthday this year?
Day One Hundred Eighty-Eight
11 hours ago