Happy Birthday, Mommy.

Bad night (little sleep & constant interruptions). Worse morning. One bright spot: Husband stayed home with the boys while I went to BabyGirl's awards ceremony at school (the didn't tell us it was a graduation, but then it really wasn't that big of a deal). The bright spot was dimmed by the screaming child I did have to take to school...she was the one being awarded after all. When I got home an hour later, #1 Son started in before I had even shut the door. "I want...can I have...why didn't I get to...can I go...give me....give me...give me..." This did not go over well. Husband went back to bed (he didn't get any sleep either) and I tried to crash out on the couch...unsuccessfully. Husband woke up, I started lunch, #1 Son continued his tirade. Husband came in the kitchen and hugged me and I nearly collapsed into a heap. Eventually I dumped my rump in the arm chair & just sat like a slug (Please Inkling, come and pour your Budweiser on me...).

Husband was attempting to break up a fight between the boys by distraction. It went something like this:

H- Hey, #1 Son, do you know what today is?
#1 S- No.
H- It's Mommy's birthday. Did you know that?
#1 S- (silence)
H- You should tell her Happy Birthday and give her a kiss. That would be nice.
#1 S- Not right now. Maybe later.
H- Look, B.B. will do it. Hey, B.B....hey...B.B...hey...hey, B.B. (B.B. finally looks up). B.B. it's Mommy's birthday. Go tell her Happy Birthday and give her a kiss.
B.B.- (His head pops up, he runs to my chair, & looks up lovingly at me) Mommy, Me pooped!

Thanks boys. I love you too.