Posted on | January 1, 2013 | 19 Comments
I haven’t checked my horoscope for 2013. But I’m guessing that I’m in for a good year. Because last night The Other Half and I celebrated our anniversary. We were celebrating a day early, since we were actually married on New Year’s Day. Which was poor planning on our part. Note to all marriage planners out there—-anyone who gets married on New Year’s Day should be prepared to always celebrate it at home. Because restaurants aren’t open on New Year’s Day. At least not the ones where you’d want to celebrate an important date.
So The Other Half and I headed out on New Year’s Eve for dinner. At 6:00pm. We drank sweet tea and Diet Coke. We used a gift card to pay. Afterwards we went to Target. And then we went back to my parents’ house to pick up the kids. At 8:30pm.
Yep. That’s the way 14 years rolls, people.
But this morning when I finally sat up in bed, I was in for a big surprise. The Other Half was already gone to work. And the house was mysteriously quiet. Very quiet.
No talking. No fighting. No television. No sounds from the iPad.
Huh, I thought as I headed down the stairs. Maybe the kids were finally tired. After 2 weeks of vacation—–going to the movies, shopping, bowling, driving around to see Christmas lights, hiking in the woods, attending bonfires, going on sleepovers, having sleepovers, baking, decorating, playing basketball, rearranging their rooms, hunting, being sick, getting better, making ice cream, perusing the used book store, and eating out, eating out, eating out——maybe the kids were FINALLY tired and slept in.
Because as I came around the corner of the stairs, 4 kids jumped out from behind the couch and screamed, “Happy anniversary!”
Which almost made me scream, too.
Then they showed me the breakfast they had made for me—cheesy bacon eggs (under the silver bowl to keep warm), pancakes, toast, and coffee. All on a white tablecloth.
Plus they had cleaned up all the dishes and pots used to make breakfast. And swept the floor. Because they know I hate to come downstairs to clumps of dog fur all over the place every morning.
And they made a banner for me and The Other Half.
Please note some of the added sayings:
OMG! I am totally saving this sign for when they are all teenagers. Then when they hate me, I am going to parade around the house, wearing it like a sarong. Probably. Maybe. If I feel like it.
I did have to share my celebratory breakfast with the puppies, though. Because it’s their birthday. They are 4 years old now. For which they earned an egg and a chew stick candle in their dog chow.
Although no matter how old or how big they get….
….they will still look like this to me.
They will always be the kids’ “puppies.”
(P.S. who needs Instagram when you used to have an old crappy APS camera? No fancy filter needed to “age” your photos.)
It’s a shame The Other Half had to work and couldn’t enjoy the festivities. But the kids have already planned to make him cheesy dogs and a pecan pie as an anniversary dinner. Which means 2 awesome things:
1. I don’t have to cook or clean up dinner tonight.
2. I don’t have to start my diet until tomorrow.
Sweet! Because while I was digging in the cabinet for some more zero calorie sweetener to go with my Almond Joy flavored coffee creamer, I stumbled upon a bag of leftover Food Lion brand copy cat girl scout cookies. The good ones—–thin mints, peanut butter patties and Samoas. None of that waste-of-calories shortbread stuff. Score!
Look, I don’t care who you are or what you’re doing. There’s no way your New Year started off better than mine. No freaking way.