My birthday ended better than it started, which is pretty good, considering how grumpy I was yesterday morning. Not only did Ryan surprise me by coming home from work at 9:30 (his work day starts at 7) and baking me a cake and straightening up the house, but he stayed home the whole day (hurray!).
I’m afraid I didn’t use our time very well . But it was really nice to have an extra, extra long weekend and to have him home with me. Hayden wasn’t as grumpy as I’d feared, either.
Ryan got me a very sweet card and a pair of books with parenting coping strategies (which I know I need; I was very happy to get them!).
I sent him out to get rainbow chip frosting for my cake. A few minutes after I left, my sister arrived at my door. She came in and we talked for a minute before she said, “Well, go get ready.”
“Ryan’s taking you out to dinner. Surprise!”
Indeed. I felt like eating at Happy Sumo, so we did. I was sorely tempted to get what I did last time we were there (Fuji Chicken), but I ended up getting something different.
Before we left, we realized that the last time we were there was nearly a year ago—my belated birthday celebration. Should we make it a tradition?