Ah, there's nothing better for the old comment-o-meter than a birthday, is there? So I thought I'd put it out there.
Today is mine, but as the title suggests, I'm angling for a whole week. Terry and I went out to celebrate on Sunday night with a real date -- babysitter, dinner, movie -- the whole works. Terry is out of town until late tonight, but my sweet tween is making sure that my day is special. She asked the questions which are always her not-so-subtle indicator of a breakfast surprise, "Mom, what time to you usually get up? Is it okay if I get up early? What do you like for breakfast?" I told her that I would set the coffeemaker, and I'd stay in bed. She could bring me some coffee before she took her shower.
It was a treat to stay in bed, vegging out. I drank coffee and a refill, and put in an order for some toast. I don't know if it's because it was slathered with butter, or because I didn't have to lift a finger, but that was some good toast.
I continued to loaf while Amanda got herself ready for school, and got Kyle's breakfast once he woke up.
Dinner is taken care of, because our favorite local pizza place sent me a coupon for a free birthday pizza.
Amanda left me with a list: cake mix, frosting, chocolate chips. So I went to the store, and picked them up, also getting some decorating frosting that was on the clearance shelf.
Last year, this was her creative masterpiece, so I'll just have to wait and see what she comes up with this year, but dessert is taken care of as well.
So that still only makes for four days of celebrating, not a whole week. But wait -- there's more! Tuesday night Terry is going to be out of town as well, and my girlfriends are coming over to celebrate with me. They are making dinner for me, and we'll probably watch a movie. Regardless, I'm quite sure that the food will be good and the friendship will be even better.
My dad left me a message while I was out at the store today warning me that I was getting too old. My birthday next year is a landmark one, and he claims that he is too young to have a daughter who is that old. So, we'll hang on to thirty-nine for the next 365 days, and maybe squeeze in a bit more celebrating along the way.