Last Wednesday was my 28th birthday. (Side note as soon as we were serious in our relationship the issue of having kids came up because it was a very important thing to me, not the having them but that I was OK at the time with not having them and didn't know if I'd ever really want to have them, and we always said that we would revisit it when I turned 27 - it's amusing to me that I ended up 12 weeks pregnant on my 28th birthday) Whew, that was a whole post in and of itself huh? Anyway, it was my birthday and I was dealing with the tired and hadn't bothered to clean the house for a couple weeks* and the nausea prevented me from cooking and anyway I had told Chris that the most awesome gift would be for me to come home to a clean living room. We'd been living in it (that's what it's for right?) and it showed with newspapers on the coffee table, shoes strewn about and a small pile of stuff I had yet to put away from Easter weekend.
I came home and lo and behold the living room was clean! There was also a huge bouquet of flowers with a Happy Birthday balloon in the center of the clean(!) coffee table. I was so happy and excited to see the couch and the top of the coffee table, it was the best birthday. We then went to my favorite Italian restaraunt and had a great meal (although it was ended quickly when my brother in law called from Iraq and I finished the meal alone and paid the bill and met Chris outside - I'm not complaining, it's a fact). It wasn't until we'd been home for about 30 minutes and Chris was working on the computer that I noticed that he hadn't really folded the blanket on the back of the love seat and then I looked closer and realized that he had just thrown a blanket OVER the mess on the love seat! I was so distracted by the cleanliness of everything else and the gorgeous flowers that I hadn't even noticed. I totally called him out on it and he laughed saying that he'd gotten busy with school stuff and then I left work early so he ran out of time.
I wonder if I can just throw a blanket over the dirty dishes?
*I had obviously done some cleaning or we would have been living in a trash heap, it just hadn't been as thorough as I usually am. Please don't start calling social services yet.
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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
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