My birthday, my birthday...
A friend of mine came over in the morning for a very nice visit on Saturday. She had been to the Poker party the night before so we went over the funniest bits from that night.. I love talking to her and we were both just kind of vegging on the couch, which I love to do when shooting the shit with someone...
Unfortunately when she left she didn't take her son with her and given that I had a hangover -- I wasn't too pleased, but for some reason I didn't find the right slot in our conversation to say no... Besides, my son loves the boy and I must admit, although rambunctious, he is one of the sweetest.
Outside of the fact that it was definitely "boys vs. girl" day and I had to keep getting up to appease all 3 who were fighting, my daughter came to get me because the bathroom smelled stinky.
It smelled really, really bad. All the way out to the hallway (of course the stink had to be in my bathroom, not in any of the 3 others, just for the sole fact that it's the one I use... After looking around I walked towards the shower, and lo and behold, in the landing there was a huge splatter mark on the wall. It was about 6 inches up. I followed the sliding trail of drip that followed it towards the floor and there, in all of its disgusting glory was a big pile of doggie diarrhea. Furthermore, the culprit had stepped in it and walked off (why do my dogs keep doing that??).
Benny. It was Benny who had obviously eaten something he shouldn't have and quite literally his ass exploded. Compile to that the morning sickness I'm still having and I was ready to move out. Fortunately Nora was here and although I tried my hardest to stop her, she cleaned it all up to brand-spankin'-new.
But because my birthday wasn't truly over until midnight, the kids came frantically running to me about an hour or so after the Benny incident saying "the toilet is flooding the bathroom, the toilet is flooding the bathroom!!!"
Sure enough. And solely because it's mine, it was happening in... my bathroom. The water was about an inch deep and it kept coming. The whole bathroom was covered in water, all the way to the cabinets. My friend's son had used the farthest bathroom away possible (again, probably because it's mine) and the chain had gotten stuck (it's having problems at the moment, that's why the rule is "only Mommy can flush it") so the water kept gushing out.
I announced to the whole neighborhood that playtime was over and we needed to call it a day. Nora and I cleaned up the water and I proceeded to call my friend, to see if she could come to pick up her son.
As she and I spoke, she told me that he should come home since they had to go to dinner at an upscale restaurant with her parents and the kids to celebrate my friend's 10th anniversary. As I repeated this to her in that "Oh, you have plans to go to dinner... blah blah?" manner, her son quickly turned to me and with the biggest blue eyes I've ever seen looked up at me and whispered "I want to stay with you".
SUCKER. It was then and there that I started practically begging my friend to leave him with us. I had been such a bitch, and those eyes bought me and sold me three times over... or more. I just couldn't resist. I felt so bad for having been upset with the kids for something such as flushing a toilet (innocent!) that the fact that it was my birthday no longer mattered, a forgotten thought. I wanted to hear the kids play again.
So we compromised for another 1/2 an hour of play and then he should leave. Of course, they all started fighting again and I remembered it was indeed my birthday so it had to be this way, hectic and loud.
I did receive a lot of phone calls and some great birthday cards in the mail, plus some gifts at the party. But the most amazing thing was that I received more love from more people than I have in a very long time. I used to focus mainly on the gift-receiving, but I swear I would rather have the love I felt 100 times over any gift. I even told my husband I would rather have a killer Poker party than a nice gift. So that's what we did... and it turned out priceless...
The day kept going as it should, with other unfortunate incidents taking place, but I'm too tired to keep writing. Rest assured, my birthday did live up to its usual reputation, between the morning sickness and the loudness I was glad when it was over, thankful to have turned 40 and lived to tell about it.
Oh, and one more thing, any and all references to "my" stated above should really read "our" as I do share the bathroomand bedroom with my husband and we are still together... I just thought it sounded better that way.
Gabriela
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