My Birthday!

I woke up and quickly realized that there were 4 toddlers in my house this morning. When I volunteered to watch my sister’s kids over the holiday weekend, I didn’t really connect that it was my birthday as well. No worries though. We can still have a great day! I half-hoped that Esteban would get up and let me lay in bed a while, but that didn’t happen.

I get up and get Sebi and Maya’s diapers changed. Then I take Chooch (who is potty training) to the potty while Jayden goes in the toilet. I get them settled in front of the TV and get their milk cups. I put on a pot of coffee and proceed to the bathroom to wash 5 sets of teeth and then I start on breakfast. Everyone is fed by the time Esteban wakes up (finally) and he calls for me to come. I am annoyed but I go and he says Happy Birthday.

Now, I am painfully aware of the fact that I’m not working and we can’t afford lavish presents. But still. Not even a card. But how can I be mad when he cheerfully asks what I want to do today? Anything I want, he proclaims. Not that he requested the day off or anything. He has to go to work in the evening so how can we possibly make plans? We only have a few hours left and somewhere in between, my sister will be coming for her kids. And anyway, I always get upset when he expects me to make plans for my own special day. He knows this.

He offers going out to have breakfast, but I already fed half the house so what difference would that make. Plus, it’s already annoying enough to go out with him and the kids (he gets so mad with their behavior outside the house), let alone go out with four kids. No thanks.

He gets up and offers to make me breakfast so I help him. I like when we work together in the kitchen. It occurs to me that we can’t really make plans because we have no idea when my sister will be coming to pick up the kids. And I don’t want her to think we’re throwing the kids out so I don’t call to ask. We decide to go about our business and when they call, they can meet up with us. So we get everyone ready and I suggest going to Target to look at the after Easter clearance sales. I know, exciting. We’re about to step foot out of the house when my sister calls and says she’s halfway to my house. Is this really happening?

We decide to carry on and have her meet us at Target. When she got there, when we were checking out and then we ran over to Michael’s to check out a craft idea for the kid’s birthday party. Afterwards, my sister suggests lunch and we’re not really in a position to go out to eat, so we are hesitant, but they insist. It’s my birthday afterall. So we go to Olive Garden for the lunch special and somehow we ended up spending a ridiculous amount of money. Now, Esteban and I get into an argument. Great! We all go back to my house and EVERYONE except for me falls asleep.

So on my birthday, I was in Facebook world. Now they know how to throw a party! LOL Anyway, Esteban gets up late and yells at me for not waking him. Is this a bad dream? He rushes off to work. There’s no way I’m cooking dinner on my birthday so I make peanut butter and banana sandwiches for the kids and soon after my sister and her family leave. I gave the kids a bath and put them to bed. I text Esteban. “I’ve never had such a depressing birthday.” It was like any other day.