June 28, 2013 by themommahen
Yesterday was the opposite of a lazy summer day — it was a great example of me trying to fit more in than is really possible, which The Husband will tell you I do. A lot. One of my high school teachers still jokes about the time I was supposed to be in Italy with an exchange program and then found out I had a coveted spot as a camp counselor. I couldn’t be in two places at once right? Well, I arranged to leave Italy three days early so I could fly back in time to be at camp. Both awesome experiences, but it took me a while to recover from the jet lag.
Yesterday didn’t involve any jet lag, but it did involve a birthday, and I’m a huge birthday person. So, we began our morning with an early wake-up and immediately began to make cards and pictures for the birthday boy.
Then we went to meet some friends at the bowling alley. (Thanks to these friends, we signed up for Kids Bowl Free, which is pretty cool.) The Hatchlings were ecstatic when they found out where we were going. (I didn’t tell them in case it didn’t end up working out — I’m not that crazy.) All was fine until right after we walked in and they turned the lights off, strobe lights and disco balls on and the music up loud. Great fun for everyone but a certain Hatchling almost 3yo. He warmed up to it, but spent the first 15 minutes with his hands over his ears.
Then we had a quick lunch at a place I hadn’t been to since I was little — the Fairview Dairy Bar.
and dashed over to a Chicago pizza joint for some stuffed Chicago pizza. I ordered them half-baked so we could warm them up that night ourselves. By the time we finished there, we had just enough time to get home put the pizzas in the fridge, change clothes and get to tennis.
Tennis was over and we had to run to the store to get brownie mix (I entertained the thought of making them from scratch, but decided that wasn’t happening. What was I thinking?) and try to get home, make brownies and get the pizzas warmed up before The Husband walked in.
We barely made it. And after all that, I still didn’t do enough to tell him how much he means to us, how much we love him and how much I appreciate everything he does for us. And I’m pretty sure he didn’t picture himself going to bed early because I never came back down due to a certain Hatchling almost 3yo who wouldn’t go to sleep. Hopefully this helps, though I’m thinking I owe him an adult date night at the very least. Love you, babe. Mean it.