Celebrating a birthday when you are a mother usually involves the children. Gone is the sleeping in, the pampering, the day to do whatever you please. Here is the toddler yelling, “I’M AWAKE!” at 6:00 a.m., just after you have opened your own eyes and imagined an hour or so with just yourself, the newspaper, and a cup of coffee.
Two years ago, the first time I turned 39 years old, my birthday was on a weekend. I decided that I wanted to take the girls to the local children’s museum. Lily was so excited; she ran from one activity to another and was in constant motion. The visiting exhibition that month was all about Clifford. Clifford was Lily’s favorite dog, and that was the main reason I decided it would be a fun birthday trip.
This year, Ed had to go on a day-trip to Michigan for work, so it was just the girls and me. I wanted to take them somewhere special for lunch, and there was no way I was going to have a special birthday lunch at Micky D’s. Instead, I took them to a wonderful little place that has been open since 1951. They deliver your meal to your seat by an electric toy train. The food…is…heavenly! I ordered a Chicago style hot dog, complete with a pickle, neon relish and hot peppers, along onion rings and a Coke. Ooo, I was naughty but it tasted so good! And it was MY birthday, after all!
Ed came home for dinner, and I made sensible baked chicken breasts with potatoes and carrots.
Then Ed brought out a surprise…a turtle ice-cream pie from Oberweiss!
So much for the sensible dinner!