Birthday Week

I think EVERY birthday should be celebrated for a week long. Especially MY birthday!

This year's birthday started with a total unexpected surprise party. I am, apparently, totally oblivious, and our home team, with Rich organizing it all, pulled off an awesome, heart attack inspiring surprise. Rich managed to get me in the house first, and I let out a terrified scream when I saw a bunch of people standing in my dusky kitchen. I was lit-er-ally about to grab the kids and bolt, thinking that we were all going to be murdered. When they all yelled out "Surprise" I almost burst into tears (and peed my pants). The whole group headed to Chevy's for some yummy dinner, never ending chips and salsa, and a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday complete with "the hat".

Elissa made a cake for me, so I was excited to dive into that! I love, love, love her cakes! Love the frosting, love the cake, love everything about them! Everyone sang happy birthday, and I enjoyed the evening devoted to me!
On Tuesday I woke up to a chorus of coughing. Everyone, including the baby has some stage of this cold, but it wasn't going to put a damper on my day. Rich took the kids to his parents, and went to work for me in the kids classroom. Translate: I had the house to myself, for 3 whole hours. It was bliss!
I also scheduled myself a last minute massage, that bordered on painful and left me sore, but I enjoyed that too! After some downtime at the house, Rich and I got to go out to dinner sans kids. Again....perfect!
And then, because it can't end there, we went out Wednesday for a girls night out to paint pottery. A candle was stuck into a cupcake, and it became another birthday celebration for me. Good times, good times.
I feel like this year I had the Best. Birthday. Ever!