So after fighting off sickness Tuesday and Wednesday, shopping and partaking in a Thanksgiving feast on Thursday, breaking my nose and hosting an second Thanksgiving dinner on Friday, and cutting down a Christmas tree and attending a birthday party for my nephew on Saturday, I was pretty razzed for doing as close as possible to nothing for my birthday on Sunday.
Beth had originally suggested that I get a TV for my birthday, but after some consideration, I suggested that we wait on that purchase. I made this call late in the game, so plan B was donuts and an omelet for breakfast and chillaxing most of the day. I was happy with this plan.
The girls were excited to celebrate and my younger one created an original piece of art for me.
She was obviously eager to present me with this, as demonstrated by her actions the day before my birthday. It was about 7:30 in the morning when I awoke to hearing Monkey 2 wandering into our bedroom. She crept up to my side of the bed and said, "Daddy?" Half asleep, I muttered, "Yeah?"
"Is your birthday today?"
I cracked my eyes open and saw an envelope in her hand. I said, "No, it's tomorrow."
She pulled the envelope behind her back and said, "Oh." After I pause, she said, "Can I go downstairs and watch something?" I said she could, and she walked away, envelope in tow. Very cute.
Anyway, as the late NFL games were wrapping up, my birthday got less relaxing and more frustrating. Which I will talk about in the final post of this series: Thanksgiving Themes, PART 5: "Jury Duty".