My birthday was last Saturday. (Thanks, it was great!) This year, what I really wanted was what every domestic diva wants, a day off. OFF. Me no do nothing for nobody. But how, you ask, does a home management professional, the most important cog in the 24/7 modern family machine swing that? Trip to Tahiti?
Admittedly, it isn’t easy (unless, in your world, Tahiti is actually an option). When I informed my kids that, even though I love them and truly enjoy doing for them, I would not be doing ANYTHING for ANYONE on my birthday they came back with an enthusiastic “OK Mom! That starts after breakfast, right?” But with planning, it’s possible. You just have to think (and do) ahead!
Monday: Make a birthday wish list. Locate and price top contenders. Inform Husband.
Husband and I have never been big on gifts, especially the secret birthday kind. We are more the type to openly decide what we need and just get it. Though once, he did surprise me with a gorgeous diamond ring (five years after the event that usually spurs men to buy diamond rings, but that’s beside the point). However, we’re realizing that a significant step towards the maturity of our children is experiencing the other side of gifting. The giving, not-getting side. Ergo, the importance my birthday wish list.
Well that and the fact that son number 2 believes wholeheartedly that what I really want for my birthday is a mini movie theater style counter top popcorn maker. OK, I sort of do. Popcorn is the number one snack in our house. It takes a full cup of kernels to pop enough corn for us. And we pop it almost every night. That’s a lot of work on the stove and a movie style pop corn maker would help. However, what I really think we need is an ACTUAL movie theater popcorn maker, the one that is so large it can pop us satisfied in one batch. They aren’t cheep and it’s on my wish list. The “If I was a millionaire” wish list along with a six burner professional cooking range and fifty foot yacht. For this birthday, there are plenty of less expensive items to choose from.
Tuesday: stock cupboards and fridge with prepackaged foods. Make batch of waffles for the freezer, buy more cereal, fruit, maybe some donuts…because taking a day off means NOT COOKING.
Wednesday morning: Google “family friendly fine dining in Anchorage”. Read on-line menu’s to make sure there is something to satisfy every one of my UNBELIEVABLY picky offspring. Make dinner reservations. Load up purse with “emergency” kid supplies: crayons, note pads, lifesavers, mp3 player…
Right now you are probably thinking “screw them! It’s your birthday!” and you would have a very valid point. However, you have probably never been forced to finish your delicately seared Ahi with jasmine rice and wasabi sauce while listening to “I don’t like this.” “Can we go to McDonald?” “Are you done yet?” and, every mothers favorite “he’s touching me!”
And now you are probably thinking “screw them! It’s your birthday!” and again, you would have a very valid point. However you’ve never seen what happens when three little boys max out on boredom in a fancy restaurant… Suffice it to say, you are asked not to return.
Wednesday afternoon: Get hair done.
Alright, you caught me. Getting your hair done is kind of fun, even a tab bit relaxing. I could have saved that one for Saturday. However…for an entire hour, I flipped through a magazine while getting my head massaged. It was awesome. I found myself seriously considering a manicure and body wax. I mean, I was already there. Why not?
Thursday: Laundry, to ensure nobody wakes up Saturday and tells me “Mom, I don’t have any pants…”
Clean, EVERYTHING to ensure that everything is where it belongs and no one wakes up Saturday and tells me “Mom, I can’t find my pants.”
(These last two are an inseparable requirement towards my day of peace. I once found two days worth of number 3 son’s cloths in a playhouse I thought no one played in anymore. No, I didn’t ask him why he was getting naked in the playhouse. Seriously, do you want to know? Because I don’t.)
Friday morning: Make my own cake.
Well, cheesecake tastes better after it’s been refrigerated a good 12 hours anyway so…
Friday afternoon: Purchase item #3 on birthday wish list. Wrap and hide from myself.
I asked for a bottle of Prosecco, Italian sparkling wine. Husband is at work all day and I can’t exactly have the kids run to the liquor store, now can I?
Say it with me girls…NOTHING!
Happy birthday Mom.
P.S. The boys got me the popcorn maker. They love it.