My special day (my birthday) started out with fog and my whole family sleeping through the alarms on the alarm clock and dashing the kids to school with no coffee. My husband hands me a card through the car window shaped like a castle with a princess on the front and a moat with an alligator from my daughter Charlotte. After she shoves a banana down on the way to school, she looks back at me and says-"happy birthday mommy". From there, I met my husband at Blue Max to pick out a stone pattern for the patio that is going in this weekend. (There is another story to come about this weekend as I will be out of town on a women's retreat and we have friends coming from Florida.) I painted Kandinsky circles with my 1st graders after a serinade of Happy Birthday wishes and a little watercolor mess. Kindergarten was challenging at times but fun as I partnered with a child who has basically every struggle in the world to keep his body under control to the point I have to hold his hand to keep him from hitting others. Ate lunch by myself at Wendy's in the car, got toes painted by asian man that quite the foot massage and continued on to pick up my preschooler. When I got to the school and went to wake her up, she rolled over and had her entire face painted PURPLE! She rubbed her eyes (getting face paint, really tempra paint) on her clothes. After a nice little fight to get her to wake up and put her in the car seat, I continued on to get my 1st grader from the school I teach at. Yes, I ran the gas out of my car again doing this routine that I do every day! $3.51 REALLY???
Anyway, I parade across the parking lot with every teacher staring at my preschooler with the purple people eater face and repeat myself saying "NO, I really didn't paint her face". After collecting a few painting supplies for church, I meet my sweet "preschool pals" group and teach them how to paint rainbows. One of my friends that helps me teach the church group surprises me with cards from the kids and little cupcakes. How thoughtful, because no one at work wished me Happy Birthday. After recruiting some youth of the church to hang the bullitin board, one of them followed me home to babysit so my hubby and I could go out to eat. When I arrived, my sweet husband baked me a cake (box mix of course) of my favorite yellow cake, chocolate icing. After a nice spanish dish at a favorite restaurant, it was time to head home and share cake with wax dripping off the candles for a final birthday celebration.
One year older, wiser, and thank goodness tomorrow is St. Patty's day-a normal day, Right???
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