Happy birthday to me,
Camp and playdates times three,
Mama needs a vacation,
or a glass of Chablis.
I'm not a big Chablis fan, but Sauvignon Blanc didn't rhyme....luckily, Himself only put five candles on my birthday cake, or the smoke alarm would have gone off for sure.
The kids attended the town's recreational camp this morning, as they have all week. Since the afternoon schedule was open (a rare event), we had playdates as well, birthdays be darned...Thing One was invited to a friend's house and the other two had friends over to our house. I left the camp with five children aged 11 and under in my car, took them to a local burger joint for lunch and ice cream, and then brought them back to the house. Thing One's friend's mom picked him up, and the four smaller ones spent the afternoon playing games and swimming.
Not necessarily the way I would choose to spend my birthday, but it ended up working out fine. I've found that when you are the one who makes celebrations happen in your house, it's a bit awkward being the one having the occasion, so to speak. Not all that excited about getting older, either, but I guess it beats the alternative, and I did get to go to taekwondo this morning, where I creditably represented for the old ladies of the world. (And let me tell you about craziness...I went to class even knowing that sparring was the theme of the week and that the [Muslim] Friday instructor was going to be both low on blood sugar and caffeine-deprived because of Ramadan!)
Happily, the kids all played well together. In keeping with my recent post about Thing Two, I noted today how much easier it is on everyone involved for him to have a playdate these days...they used to be *tremendously* stressful because he had no idea how to interact appropriately with peers and needed constant supervision and guidance. Today, while I still had to keep an eye on him (personal space is the biggest issue), he and his friend played Wii, had a great time in the pool, and even successfully played some sort of imaginative game with Thing Two's Angry Birds Jenga set. And I didn't feel a dire need to start drinking as soon as the friend left. Win! As a birthday gift, that's a whopper...happy birthday to me, indeed.