How does a mother of indeterminate age celebrate her birthday? By spending the day at a soccer tournament in a distant suburb! Sunday was my birthday and we loaded the kids up in the car at 8:30 in the morning and headed to Prior Lake for the second day of Miguel's team's soccer tournament. It was unseasonably warm and very sunny so I spent the day squinting into the sun and saying, "Wow. It's really hot in the sun."
For my gift, I requested a goal from my son which he delivered in the first game of the day. Part of the reason I asked for the goal was because he actually brought me breakfast in bed and a sweet little card the day before my birthday and then totally forgot to even wish me happy birthday on my actual birthday. I figured a goal was the least he could do.
I also asked the universe for world peace and a snow cone but received neither. Birthday wishes are so hit and miss.
Miguel's team won their morning game 8 to 0 and then played for the championship in the late afternoon. It was a tough game but they won 2 to 0 which was exciting.
By the time it was all over, we didn't get home until about 5:30 and I was exhausted from the sun and cheering and suburbia. It was a low key night.
Last night, Luisa took me out to dinner to properly celebrate. She probably regretted it as I drank that wine and began asking her about her "hopes and dreams" and then laid out my 437 step plan for our lives in the coming year. Who doesn't love a birthday celebration with a complimentary life-coaching session?!
Sorry that this post is like "What I did for summer vacation!" except it's not about summer vacation and more about the mundane details of a few days in fall. Whatever. I'm trying to get back into the blogging thing and we're all just going to have to buckle down and endure my erratic efforts. Well, you don't really have to endure because you can just stop reading my blog. But that would make me sad...sadder than the lack of snow cones in my life.
While you wait for my next gripping blog post, you can check out my Aiming Low post about my desire to parent like it's the 1970's.