"Hey guys, guess who's birthday is tomorrow?" I ask.
"Mine?" asks the five-year old Crowbar.
"No. Here's a hint: It's someone very important to you."
"Barack Obama?" he asks.
"No. She has brown hair and beautiful sparkly brown eyes."
"Bandit?" (Our Pomeranian.)
"No. She has four wonderful kids," I continue.
"Michelle Obama?" asks Mad Dog.
"FOUR kids," I say, annoyed. "Mrs. Obama has only two."
"You?"
"YES!!!!" (At this point I'm jumping up and down like I've just won the lottery.)
"Humph," they shrug, dismissively.
"What's for dinner?" asks The Deuce, changing the subject.
I'd like to think that the kids gave me an Oscarworthy performance to throw me off the scent of any birthday festivities they've got planned, but it's highly unlikely.
Maybe I ought to hit them with a guilt-inducing lecture about how they should appreciate me more, but I'm not really a fan of playing martyr.
I know!
I'll take the day off from my Mom Duties -- all of them. It'll be kind of a peaceful protest. A nonviolent sit-in. No cooking. No cleaning. No shuttling anyone anyplace. Everyone will have to fend for themselves.
Though...
Taking a day off will no doubt backfire. The dishes and laundry will be twice as high tomorrow and there's a good chance the kids could go feral in 24 hours time.
And there's the baby. She needs me. I guess it'll be business as usual at the compound.
Maybe I'll just have to do my celebrating quietly.
In my own way.
With my laptop and a credit card.
(Yay Mom!)
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I have found that our 10 & 11 year olds are quite effective at playing it like they don't care, if there are big plans in the works. It's not a big acting stretch for them, because...well...they typically don't care if it doesn't affect them. It's like Kristen Stewart playing a cold, emotionless fish. It's just in her DNA.
Anyway, I hope that my optimism pays off for you. Happy birthday!!
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