HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Part II

So the rest of the day wasn't any better than the first part of the day.

I worked somewhat in sweats all day, no shower, no massage, no one to bring me lunch. I got so hungry but I decided to not eat because of the great dinner my husband planned for me.

Bipolar Sis in law 2 said she would babysit with the help of Sis in Law 1, but Sis in Law 1 had to go to yoga so she would come over later. Sis in law 2 arrives. Asks where the ice cream is, ate half of the container, then laid down in the Zero Gravity recliner, covered herself with a blanket and went to sleep.

Wait! I thought she was babysitting?

Kids are fighting, punching, kicking and yelling. Husband comes home a bit early (20 minutes) because it's my birthday. HE goes and takes a shower. I referee. Sis in law sleeps. After Husband's shower, he retreats to the bathroom for a 30 minute sojurn with reading material. I am still referee-ing. After he comes out, I notice that he has dressed up. He is wearing a polo, rumpled shorts, his jolly roger belt, and flip flops. Guess we're not going anywhere fancy.

At this point, I showered. Put on my nice jeans, a new shirt, dangly earrings, and did my make-up, hair, etc. I want to look nice on my own birthday.

"Where are we going?" Husband asks. HUH? I am planning this?

I guess so. I decide on a restaurant on John's Island, about 30 minutes away. Heard it was good.

Sis in Law 2 is still sleeping so I call Sis in Law 1 and tell her to come over because no one is going to watch these kids. We wait til she finishes yoga, goes home to shower, and comes over.

I open my gifts. A painting, a watch (I love both), and a vintage cookie tin. Also, a recycled teddy bear and a note from the girls.

We leave and drive to the restaurant. Husband skulks behind while I go in an get a table. It was a table in the middle of the restaurant where I got the waiter's butt in my plate while he is taking an order from the table next to us. The table wobbles. I have to hold my foot on the bottom to keep it steady all night. Food was good. Bill comes, I pay.

We go home. Husband is "bloated." He goes back into the bathroom for an extended time.

I get in bed and read my book "Bitter Harvest" about a wife who poisons her husband and burns down her house. I go to sleep before husband comes to bed.

It's over. Can't wait 'til next year!