Now don’t ask how my birthday went, because really, although it was the exact anniversary of my birth, it wasn’t really my birthday. It’s not our birthday until we get a night out, and Mate and I haven’t had our night out, ergot, not my birthday. Which is good because it was sort of meh. I ended up doing two hours worth of errands (one of them picking up bifocals–oh, the irony!) in the car without air conditioning, and it was 95 degrees. I got home, and I was THRASHED… tired and wired from the open windows and depressed because I’d spent part of that time looking and still couldn’t find a good present for Mate and I still had to make dinner and… blech.
So I sat down and the short people sat on my lap (and we’ve been too busy for that in a while) and watched some cartoons while I slept. I woke up long enough to tell Big T put on the water so I could make some dinner.
And then something so cool happened.
Big T was washing dishes at the time (because I’d cried on him earlier that day because NO ONE had done them, and as shopper and cooker I claim exemption! If they want cooked food and not fast food, SOMEONE ELSE must do the dishes!) and he was there when the water boiled, and he said, “What next, mom?” I told him, and fell back asleep. “What next mom?” It only took a couple of steps, really, and I managed to wake up and mumble them, and when I REALLY woke up, with only one kid on my lap and a crick in my neck and a MUCH happier disposition, Big T brought me a big bowl full of dinner.
Truly, an inspired gift–it’s funny how no one ever thinks to ask like something like that, or even that it’s a real present, but I’ve got to tell you, I’ve never been so grateful.
By the way? For those of you who watch The Show, this pivotal moment arrived, and Big T, who has been learning the guitar, suddenly had a new goal in mind.
Anybody got ear plugs?
And now, wish me luck on my date tonight– the guy’s pretty hot, he likes kids, and I have it on good authority that I might get lucky! And he almost has the same birthday as me– it’s like fate!
(BTW–I figured out the best gift for Mate, and he loved it. I bought us four brand new pillows, with matching new sheets–and since our old pillows were as comfortable as clipboards and rubber chickens, and it was a practical gift too, he liked it very much:-)