One year on my birthday, Hubs had not said a word about it being my birthday. I didn’t mention it, either, because I thought maybe he had a surprise planned. We worked together at the police department. We got up, got ready, went in in the morning, had lunch together, drove home together. Not a word. I think I made soup and cornbread muffins for dinner. Still, not a word. We watched TV while we ate dinner. There was a commercial about someone having a birthday. Even that was not enough to jog his memory. We went to bed early because he was tired.
The next day he had to work but I did not. I decided that since my birthday was forgotten the day before that I would indulge myself by staying in bed a little later than usual. That was cut short, however, by the phone ringing. It was Hubs. He had a list of errands that he needed me to run. After giving me numerous chores to do, I snottily asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Clueless, he said “No.” Then I asked, “Is there anything else you want to say to me?” And, of course, he started to get a little irritated with my attitude, so he said, “Like what?” in a rather snotty tone of his own. When I said, “Oh, I don’t know, like ‘Happy Birthday’ maybe?” he said, “I didn’t forget! I was going to do something—“ and I said, “Really? When? Because my birthday was yesterday!” (Crickets chirping…pins dropping…)
We laugh about it now, but ever since then he has been very careful to remember my birthday, on my actual birthday. I just had another one—the darn things seem to be a yearly occurrence!
(After a very long day of laundry, cleaning, kids, and making my own cake…) Hubs had arranged for his mom to come over to watch the girls, made dinner reservations, and even got me a gift.
I am the one who just turned one year older, but I think Hubs might be starting to grow up.
MIL brought me a cake. (I had made my own, of course, but if I hadn’t she wouldn’t have brought one.) Dinner was at Café Sevilla—anyone living in So.Cal or visiting HAS TO GO! It is fabulous!
And when I got home, Joy had fallen asleep on the couch with Grandma. I turned down the covers on her bed and Hubs carried her up to her room. Just as he was about to place her in her bed she sleepily opened her eyes. She smiled, clapped her hands twice, and said, “Oh, Mom! I didn’t know you were going to be home so soon!” Then she kissed me good-night and went to sleep. Now that’s a good birthday!
Posted by The Editor for Busy Body.