Saturday morning, God sent rain and instead of a long run, Hubs and I lifted weights. Thus, I lived to eat lots of apple pie and vanilla bean ice cream.
I feel like celebrating birthdays as an adult with children is hard. Princess P totally spilled the beans on Hubs present and then wanted to talk about her birthday this summer the entire day. To top it off, I spent the afternoon with her at a friends birthday party. Okay, we made that conscious choice to sacrifice time so she could go ice skating for the first time, but I think it was a little more than a sacrifice of time.
15 kids (most had never been on ice before) + 1 adult (oh yea, that would be me!) = big time sacrifice.
I came home wondering, "Where have all the parents gone?"...hope you are singing a song in your head right now too.
I want to lie right now and tell you that I came home and slaved away at dinner for Hubs. But I have to be honest and say that he cooked his own birthday dinner. Even more honest; he loves it. He's an awesome cook and loves being in the kitchen. Praise Jesus! I roasted the veggies, if that counts for anything. On the menu: flank steak, braised white beans, roasted sweet potatoes and broccoli and rolls.
I ended the day feeling like I should have done more. I suppose that's the trap of every holiday; the fear of not meeting expectations. I'm making a mental note to do something awesome for Father's day and say no to any birthday parties on that day.
On a survival note, I've been back to my early mornings this past week. I'm so thankful for a neighborhood to run in, but am already getting tired of the same route every.single.day. There's one house that always smells like clean laundry and I always wonder why in the world anyone is doing laundry at 6 am! Then again, they're probably looking out their window wondering why in the world someone is running in the dark. There's also a house that always has a van running in the driveway. I think it's weird when people run their cars for an extended period of time when there's no frost in sight...but people do it a lot in this neighborhood. Maybe someday I'll understand, but for now, I'll just try not to think about all the gas money they could be saving.