It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

So let's backtrack a few days to Mothers Day on Sunday when I was woken in the wee hours of the morning with 4 extra pair of legs wanting to snuggle under the covers while I bleary-eyed opened their gorgeous array of handmade and Mothers Day stall gifts. I'm not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination but their excitement was infectious and I loved every minute of it. Truly.

We had the first dusting of snow on Mt Wellington over the weekend too, so after pancakes we decided to drive up the mountain and give the little boys their first snow experience. Unfortunately the road to the summit was closed due to the unexpected snowfall so we hiked a bit by foot until we at least found some snow. It was a bit patchy but enough to delight the kids as well as make a mini snowman.

To finish off an already lovely day I was treated to a relaxing full body massage with an amazing Chinese masseuse, a Mothers Day gift from the Pianoman, which was sooooo heavenly. The Pianoman scored major brownie points as it has literally been years since I have had such an indulgence and if anyone had asked me what the ideal Mothers Day gift would be for me, I would have instantly said a Massage.

It is just as well The Pianoman scored those brownie points because yesterday it was my Birthday and my adoring Husband forgot. Not exactly the end of the world. I told him straight up that there was a pretty good chance there would be another one next year. However, it was almost worth it just to see his face turn white as the kids starting singing "Mummy is the Birthday Girl" over breakfast. Priceless!

In all our years together this has never happened. For the record, The Pianoman is the most kind and generous soul and was completely mortified. He has been given a hard time by all and sundry, mostly because it is so out of character for him. 

So how did it happen?

Well obviously he knew my Birthday was coming up. We chatted about it last week and thought of a few things we might do. There were even a few cards and presents dotted around the house from interstate family. I don't like to make a huge fuss but we usually go out for dinner or something. So when he announced at the end of last week that he had a "work" dinner on the following Wednesday evening, I simply replied "Yep, no worries" which really translates in my mind to "I wonder where he's planning on taking me". He does this sort of thing all the time. He also tries to surprise me but has never managed to pull off a real surprise because I cotton on well in advance. But since I'm a good sport I didn't bring up the topic of my Birthday again simply because I didn't want to spoil his "surprise". 

However, there was no surprise. There was in fact a real work dinner on that he had to go to. 

I still had a lovely day - a gorgeous morning tea with the Girls in Richmond and a little celebratory dinner with the kids at home. There was lots of phone calls and e-mails and extra hugs and kisses. My Husband forgot my Birthday.The Pianoman came home for lunch sporting the largest bouquet of (guilty) flowers I have ever seen as well as 2 tickets to the Uni Revue. I'm clearly not distressed by the oversight but I do intend to milk it for a bit. Just for fun. The in-laws believe 3 months of grovelling is in order. What do you think?