A birthday to remember

So today is my 29^th birthday.  Yep, one more year until the big 3-0.  Actually I say it’s one more year until the big 2-9…again.  Honestly, I have a habit of forgetting it’s my birthday, but today…well today was fun to say the least.

I woke up this morning in a rush to get together something for my wonderful future husband to take to work with him.  Sleepy eyed I printed and packed and got it all ready to go.  There was a bit of commotion in our neighborhood this morning.  It was nothing violent, but rather sad and I won’t go into detail. 

After he was off to work, I got Joey up and we sat together for a little while.  That’s when it all started.

My totally adorable son, who I remind you woke up cheerful and just spent snuggle time with his mommy, decided it was time to throw not one, but two bowls of cereal all over my floor.  Okay fine that’s typical toddler behavior.  He is two after all right? 

So I go ahead and grab the vacuum, plug it in, turn it on and the stench was horrible.  I do not know what happened between when my loving future hubby cleaned the filters and that moment, but I gagged.  I was then left to pull all the filters out and clean them…again.  Needless to say there was vinegar involved to kill the odor.

After that I found the broom and swept up said cheerios (reminds me of the great cheerio toss of 2013).  Thinking that the worst of the day was over, I went about my morning without any more mishaps.

Until I started to change Joey that is.  Now, I will spare you the details of the diaper and will only say that it definitely gave the vacuum a run for its money.  Cleaned up and down for his nap, Joey fell right to sleep.  I did the dishes, cleaned a bit in the kitchen and when he got up he was a little cranky, but that was okay.  Compared to everything else, it was the most normal part of my day and I could handle it.

Then the dog started to gag.  I started to gag and he upchucked in the middle of the floor.  I don’t handle those things very well and I am lucky that my mother has a very strong stomach.  She got it all cleaned up for me and I could never thank her enough. 

Dinnertime was near so I pulled the hamburger meat out for tacos.  It was bad.  Fish sticks and mac and cheese it is!  The rest of my night has been pretty okay, except for almost burning the pizza I made a little while ago. 

Moral of the story:  all in all, I had a great birthday because I was able to laugh at everything that happened.  Yeah, I must be getting older.  Or maybe I’m starting to be senile already LOL.