Matt's birthday was yesterday. You know what we did? We went out to breakfast and took a trip to the book store. My dad came over with pizza and then Matt had to go teach his class. And then Matt stayed up late working.
It was lame. I feel awful. However, between recovering from having Dex (which by the way I am still not 'cleared' to drive) and all that mess, I haven't been able to do my regular wifely stuff. Maybe I could have thought ahead and gotten him something fabulous before we had the baby, but well, I was caught up in the idea of having a baby. I suck. I know.
But in my "I suck as a wife and I promise to make it up to you" attempts, this weekend will be the best birthday weekend ever. Friday, I get to start driving again and I plan on taking the kids out on a trip all by myself, and getting Matt the best birthday present ever. I also plan on making a great fabulous dinner.
My plans are all contingent however on if the kids take me hostage and attempt to take over the world on Friday, which is totally plausible. I have seen the looks they have been giving each other. It will soon happen.