Anders, day 1. Where did the time go?

Yesterday was Anders birthday, and I was looking forward to what I assumed would be a happy day of celebrations and cake as we marked the day of his birth.

I imagined starting the day with homemade chocolate chip pancakes (his request), followed by a day at work and camp;  a birthday dinner (cheeseburgers, again, his request) and cake. Then, after putting the kids to bed, I planned to sit with my laptop and a glass of wine, quietly contemplating the past eight years and composing a post for this site that capture the emotion of the moment.

We made it through the chocolate chip pancakes and then the sh*t hit the fan.

Instead of sending the children off with full tummies and smiles on their faces, I practically ran from the house, chased by my now eight year old who was screaming at me because I insisted his thank you notes be both correct and neatly written.

At the end of the day Anders had a break down because his father cut the birthday cake without a) putting candles in it and b) showing the cake to Anders. While the boys yelled at each other, I dragged myself and my pounding head upstairs to hide.

That’s right people – I was in bed by 9 pm. (For a full blow-by-blow, listen to this week’s podcast – I promise there are stories to be told).

So, while it may not have been the “perfect” day I was envisioning – it was most certainly the perfect day.

Happy Birthday Andersman!