Another Year Older

And another birthday passed. I did actually celebrate this year. Unfortunately, I made my husband miserable in the process. Last Christmas, I received a trip from work in the Christmas present drawing. The trip was to Tempe and with it we received two tickets to an ASU game. I decided it would be a great way to celebrate my birthday. Little did I know that my girls would come down with colds during the week before the game and pass it on to my husband. We were actually both feeling a little down on Friday morning when we left, but I figured we could down the vitamins like usual and all would be good. For me, they were...for him, not so much. Friday night, we visited my college roommate who I have not seen in a few years. It was great to catch up with her again. Saturday night was the game. By then, my husband was absolutely miserable. The game was good, but I felt bad for making my husband come out when he should have been in bed resting. Sunday, my actual birthday, my husband was feeling even worse. Neither of us had gotten much sleep due to him being up half the night coughing. It was also the day for the long drive home. I was not looking forward to this drive, nor did I want to do it by myself. However, my husband was in no shape to drive. We were making pretty good time, when all the traffic on the highway came to a complete stop. Fortunately, it only took us about a half hour to get through the "big accident". By the time we got to the accident scene, all that was there was a tow truck and a trailer on the side of the road. Not what I was expecting considering the stop in traffic. We start moving again and only have about an hour in a half left to the trip when we see signs stating that the highway is closed 19 miles ahead due to a stalled semi. About this time I get the feeling that something does not want us to get home. So we take the detour which added about a hour to our trip. I am completely exhausted by this time, but continue to drive. Naturally, I start falling asleep at the wheel. My husband starts talking to me, but really, it was not helping. He finally told me to pull over and let him drive. Of course, by this time, I am so frustrated with the day not going the way I wanted it to that I decide to be stubborn. I still am not quite sure how we made it home safely, but we did. When I walked into the house, I was greeted with two very happy little girls telling me "happy birthday". That was the highlight of the day. My oldest then tells me that they baked a cake and shows me the cake, still cooling on the racks. Later, she helped grandma decorate it. I think it turned out pretty good...

I think this is probably the best cake I have ever had as well!

As for my husband...he is now feeling a little better. Monday morning, he went to urgent care since the doctor didn't have any openings. Diagnosis...ACUTE BRONCHITIS! I guess celebrating my birthday should have been put on hold.