Whatta Week Pt.2: Big B Bday ((say that fast a few times))

Today is Big B's 10th Birthday. Wow. 10. Double Digits. What a trip.

I know that people all the time say "I don't feel old enough to have a ((whatever the age)) year old." But I don't feel old enough to have a 10 year old. I really do not. Funny thing is, many my age actually have nearly grown adults, if not that. So for me to feel such shock at him being 10 seems mildly silly on the surface, but I am truly stunned.

As punishment to all of the others I work w/ that called in earlier this week, leaving me to carry on.

((Confession: I actually almost had the temptation to say "Git'r'Done". That is horrid. I despise Larry the Cable Guy and cannot believe that was about to come from my mind to this blog))

- where was I? Oh, leaving me to carry on this week. I spent the day, beginning at 7am retelling the story of being in labor all through the night and then the decision to do a c-section. When he was born at 8:35am and on and on.

It is somewhat difficult for me to convey the sappy Mommy'ness I had intended to in this post, for the simple reason that I just endured a whopper of a meltdown w/ the two of them.

I spent my lunch hour getting a huge - H U G E - balloon bouquet, eagerly awaiting my exit at 2 30 to pick him up from school. We went to dinner at his favorite italian restaurant and followed that up w/ dessert, singing and a round of Wii games for all.

Sounds nice enough huh?

Shortly after 8pm Lil and Big B began the downward spiral. First it was nit-picking, then it was Big B ignoring the many "hey, hey..................... HEY" comments from Lil B. It just got bad... really BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.

And then I snapped "It's bedtime!!".......... and thus began the first mega shitstorm of 2009.

They were both screaming and crying in their room. I tried to go in for our bedtime routine. Big B began about how hard his day was and tearfully told me of the sadness he was feeling about his birthday ending w/ an "angry family". I lost my freaking mind at that point.

"You mean the family that has prepared all day for your birthday."

"The Mom that spent her lunch hour from work going to buy all of these awesome balloons for you?"

"The Dad and Brother who spent the day shopping for balloons and banners to decorate the house w/, for your birthday?"

"The family that laughed and playfully sprayed you w/ silly string as you got out of the car after school?"

"The family that went to your favorite restaurant and smiled, and talked and enjoyed each other during dinner?"

"The family that shared chocolate cake and sang to you?"

"The family that played on the Wii together?"

"Would THAT be the family you are referring to as an ANGRY family?"

Of course, it was the moment that they were sent to bed that the day turned to shit for him. Whether it was right or wrong to go into such detail about it, the point was made that you cannot take a tiny detail, and by it,judge the rest of your day so harshly. There is no happiness to be found in that.

The day ended w/ lullaby's, kisses and smiles - so the world is right again.

Quite a different birthday post than I had envisioned, but perhaps this is just a teeny taste of the year that 10 will bring. LOL Oh joy.