My birthday wasn’t quite the worst birthday I’ve had. I’d say that lovely title goes to my 15th birthday. No one showed up to my birthday party. My mom, very sadly, walked in the room with the lit birthday cake, singing Happy Birthday to me all by herself. Then, as I leaned forward to blow out the candles, my hair caught on fire. Serves me right for having a bad 80’s perm. That was the worst birthday I’ve had.
Anyway, this past birthday was kind of like a normal day. Marshall worked until well past midnight, so it was just me and the kids. We did cuddle on the couch in the evening and watched “Cinderella”, so that was very nice. As I was putting the kids to bed, Haven said:
“Mama, if Daddy is home tomorrow, we can make it a special birthday day for you even though it won’t be your actual birthday. But we can pretend it’s your birthday and still make it a special birthday day for you, if Daddy’s home. You can decide what we get to do all day long for your special birthday day, even though it won’t be your real birthday.”
So sweet. Well, Marshall WAS home on Monday and they did make it a very special day. Didn’t quite feel like my birthday (since it wasn’t) but it was a very special day. I walked out of the bedroom (after sleeping in) to see there was a dozen beautiful roses on the coffee table. And another dozen roses on the dining room table. A piece of paper with “Happy Birthday” was taped to the front of the armoire in the family room. “Happy Birthday” was written on my white board. And the above picture was the wallpaper for my computer when I turned it on. I love Seamus’ silly morning hair!!! I was treated to many renditions of “Happy Birthday” by Haven, Seamus and even Marlie all day.
After breakfast, I got to do what every self-respecting iPod owner does.... I paid to have it covered in Swarovski crystals. I decided to pick a different design from the one on my last iPod, so I went with all one color. Can you guess which color? Purple, of course. I’m very happy with how it turned out. Now it looks like it’s mine. It just doesn’t look like it’s mine unless it’s colorful and sparkly.
After lunch, Marshall dropped me off at the fancy shmancy spa for some pampering. I started off with 50 min. of
torture deep tissue massage. “Sascha from Russia” was my massage therapist. What is it with those tough Russian women? They’re definitely the kind of person you want for your deep tissue massage, but not necessarily the kind of person you want as your OB nurse... checking your cervix repeatedly when you are in labor. Seven years later and I’m still traumatized. Anyway, back to the massage. It was amazingly painful... each time I thought it couldn’t possibly get more painful, it did. Is it a bad sign when she’s pushing so hard on my back that my ribs are hurting? But all my knots were gone when she was done. I’m a walking bruise today. After my massage, I had a lavender milk bath in one of their jaccuzzi tubs. It was in a separate private room with the lights down low. The attendant drew my bath and then I got in with the massaging jets. She put slices of cucumber on my eyes and a cool washcloth over top after I laid back against the pillow. She stored my robe in the sauna during the bath, so it was steaming hot when I got out. I’m not really a “bath” kind of girl, but that was very nice. The rest of the time I had use of the steam room, sauna, hot tub, etc. while eating fresh fruit and drinking their lemon cucumber water. It was a very lovely 3 and 1/2 hours. Afterwards, Marshall and the kids picked me up and we headed to Buca di Beppo, where Marshall had made reservations. All three kids did a fantastic job at dinner, making it a truly enjoyable experience.