As my own children and the children I’ve taught know, I
pride myself on knowing EVERYTHING! There are no secrets kept from me because
of my superior ability to put two and two together and smell rats in the least
obvious places.
So I am considering it the coup of the century that my
husband and friends managed to pull off a birthday surprise heist at the
weekend.
Geoff says I’ve been sooking that nothing was being planned
for my big birthday – obviously sooking is too strong a word but I admit I was
starting to feel a little unloved. I’d been rationalising the lack of planning
to soothe myself- just got back from an amazing holiday, busy at work, one
child not in the country, birthdays are just another number etc, etc… Given his
track record of awesomeness at celebrations, I knew Geoff wouldn’t let me down
but, you know, self doubt, old age; I was beginning to think maybe the magic was
finally fading.
The almost last straw was his suggestion to Jaime that she
pick up a cake from the cheesecake shop on Tuesday so we could blow some
candles out after swimming. A cheesecake? Really? For my 60th
birthday? All I had requested for my birthday was one of @icingonyourcake’s
magnificent creations – and now, apparently, I was getting a last minute, don’t
even ask me what flavour I want, probably will forget I need cream with it,
store bought…..cheesecake!
One of my ‘best girls’ had organised to take me out for
dinner at the pub on Saturday night as a pre birthday treat. Tired after a day
at the footy and still harbouring some despondency over the cheesecake, I
really didn’t feel like it but I was so grateful to Steph for at least making
an effort that I committed to going, despite being in the same clothes I’d had
on all day.
When Steph arrived to pick us up, Geoff staged the most
ridiculous stalling tactics I have ever seen, and yet I still didn’t twig! I
sat in the car and twiddled my thumbs while he waffled on about toothpaste
accidents and needing to change his clothes.
When we got down the street they informed me we were going
to Olivine instead of the pub.
“Have you booked?”
"Nope, we’ll be right, there’s
just the 3 of us”
“Well, that’s just silly, there’s lots of cars at Olivine and
hardly any at the pub, why don’t we go there?”
It never occurred to me that I knew the owners of all those
cars.
It never occurred to me that the function room was in
darkness and yet there were people in there.
People waiting for me. Lovely friends and family, waiting
for me in my dirty clothes, unbrushed hair and no make up. Wonderful conspirers
the lot of them, dreaming up a birthday dinner, right under my nose! What a beautiful, warm fuzzy of loveliness.
And of course, there was cake. A magnificent, lindt ball covered
creation complete with all things dear to me; books and my missing glasses, a
goal shooter’s bib and little figurines of the twins and Theo.
I’ve never been so happy to have been lied to.
PS: I also got my cheesecake- served with a triple dose of love from my best boys. Completely spoilt and it's not even my birthday yet!
And tomorrow, I'll be elderly. Thoughts on that at a later date!
PS: I also got my cheesecake- served with a triple dose of love from my best boys. Completely spoilt and it's not even my birthday yet!
And tomorrow, I'll be elderly. Thoughts on that at a later date!
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