Today is my birthday.
I LOVE birthdays.
Usually I force everyone around me to celebrate "me" for the entire month of October.
Not this year. I felt I was maturing. I wanted to keep my birthday low-key.
I booked Friday and Monday off of work. My plan was to run all sorts of errands on Friday, and maybe sneak in a mani-pedi if I had a spare hour. Saturday mom was due to arrive, Andrew and I would be able to go out for a lovely dinner. Sunday we would take Julian and Nora to a pumkin patch, and Monday would be "mom & me day". We would shop from morning until night. Nothing crazy. No huge parties. No drunken debacles. Oh yes, I have matured...
Wednesday night my throat started to hurt.
Thursday struggled through work with a fever.
Friday Nora was sent home at noon with a fever.
Saturday, Sunday today... Nora and I sick, sick, sick.
Not quite the birthday weekend I had planned. However, there were some nice little treats along the way.
On Friday I received the sweetest apple card from Tania in Belgium via snail mail. She really is a little sweetheart.
Last night Andrew surprised me with some of my favourite wine and gifts from him and the children (including a card Julian selected that says: "For a cool boy, a birthday race car VROOM VROOM!").
This morning Nanny arrived with lots of new jammies.
Today mom still came to visit for a few days, and she is cooking me my favourite meal for dinner (Sista is joining us as well, always a treat!).
Nora has wanted nothing more than for me to hold her for three days in a row.
Happy birthday to me!
P.S. Today I look nothing like this photo. But it's my birthday - so I am allowed to use a photo from a time when my nose was not running profusely.