Happy Birthday to me?!

Kitchen decorated!!
Boys singing "Happy Birthday". Notice the cake that the boys and I made, yep no breaks
Todd blocking Roger trying to blow the candle out
Roger feeding cake to William

So last Wednesday was my birthday. I use to get excited about my birthdays (when I was a little kid), but now they don't seem to have the same fire. Todd, who usually leaves the house before any of us are up, woke me up with a kiss before heading to work. Luckily I got to sleep for another hour. After the boys woke up, we went downstairs to make breakfast. To my suprise, Todd had gotten streamers and decorated the kitchen with them, and had gotten me some long stemmed roses waiting in a vase. I was so suprised and so touched by his thoughtfulness. It reminded me that he really had remembered my birthday.

That morning I was going to a playgroup, and felt amazed because it actually looked like we would be there on time. I even did my hair!! Well, after finishing my hair, I went downstairs to get the boys shoes and coats on. I found Roger in the bathroom. In the mornings, Roger likes to wear underpants, which I will let him wear as long as he's willing to go on the potty every hour. He actually is getting good, and his only holdback with getting totally toilet trained is me. He prefers to use a little potty, which I have taught him how to empty the contents into the toilet - which he does quite well and routinely. Well, when he urinates, it easily slides from the bowl to the toilet, but not so much for BMs.

I walked past the bathroom, where Roger was, and found the present he had left for me. The bathroom was covered in poo. It was all over the floor, on the walls, on the door, on the step stool, and even on the floor in the hallway. I about died, but I was happy to see that he had gone to the bathroom all by himself, but just had trouble with the emptying the bowl. So, of course I gave him candy and gave him a little cheer before going and tackling the mess. I ended up being 45 minutes late to the play group. Kids really do jinx you so you cannot be on time.

Later that day, Mikey left me a present. Mikey has not had an accident in nearly a month - which we are very pleased. I heard him in the bathroom, so I went in to see if I could help him at all. I found him, with his pants off and for the second time that day, poo all over the bathroom. He had an accident in his pants and had tried cleaning it up himself. I again got the bleach cleaner out. The cleaner was being difficult to open for some reason, and when I did, out sprayed some chlorine bleach solution. It got in my hair, on my face, and unfortunately on my shirt - which now has white spots.

I couldn't believe the luck as I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor. Didn't the boys realize it was my birthday? But, the reality is, when your a mom you do not get the day off, and you have to continue with your duty, no matter how disgusting it is.

Todd definatly made up for my boys lack of respect for the "Birthday Girl". Upon arriving home, he informed me that I had to leave in 30 minutes. He had scheduled a pregnancy massage for me! How sweet! He also let me go visit my sister in NYC this weekend - with NO KIDS!! It was great, I got to sleep in, not cook, and not have to be aware of 3 young kids every move. I was very grateful for Todd's sacrifice in letting me go. When I got home last night, Todd told me that everything about me seemed so great - that I seemed rejuvenated (which I am). He even suggested that I get a break more often - which I would not turn down.