Another Birthday

Despite having just been gone from work for a week, Matthew took the day off. Before I even had a chance to bathe or get dressed, he brought down my presents. Kip and Naomi gave me a set of 100 cookie cutters, a pan that makes six medium sized bunt cakes, and a pan that makes cakes in the shape of animal heads with mouths wide open for ice cream. Matthew gifted me a new steam/convection oven to replace our tiny toaster oven that hasn't evenly browned a piece of bread in quite a while. I was very excited about all my presents.

After a quick shower, we dropped off our van at the Jensen's for Becky to use for the day, then the kids and I met Hannah and Mindy at the park while Matthew ran a couple errands. We walked for about an hour while the kids played, then Mindy took my brood home with her so Matthew and I could go on a date. We had planned on using a gift card at an Indian restaurant called the Taj Mahal, but it turned out that they only serve their buffet at lunch and our card was not accepted for that. We were already there though, and I'm not good with making spur of the moment decisions when it comes to eating out, so we ate there anyway. It was no Bombay House and neither of us were particularly pleased with the experience. After lunch we went to a gaming shop for card sleeves, JoAnn's for fabric to start my next quilting project, and a cake decorating shop just for fun. We picked the kids up, then went straight to Painted Sky for their meet the teacher open house. We met Hyrum's teacher, Ms. Gomez, then went down the hall to meet Abraham's teacher. It turns out he doesn't start class until next Monday and I get to go back the the school to meet his teacher on Friday.

  I took a long nap in the afternoon, served a hodge podge dinner, then spent about an hour driving to a couple different stores in search of an ice cream cake. I came home empty handed, we put the kids to bed, and then spent the rest of the evening watching the Olympics. 

I think my birthday might just be my least favorite day of the year. No matter how hard I try to have reasonable expectations, somehow the day always falls short and I end up an emotional ball of disappointment and frustration. Poor Matthew tries every year to make it special, but despite his noble efforts it always seems to end up something of a dark day for me. Oh well. Here's to being 35 and having 364 days before I have to make it through another birthday.