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Making her day made my day
Somehow I successfully pulled off a mid-week birthday that pleased my 8-year-old daughter. (See previous post for the prequel on this one.)
The morning of her birthday started off with a surprise from my husband that we needed to get the transmission on our truck serviced — that day. That meant getting the kids up early and driving two vehicles over to the service garage at about 6:15 a.m.
Early, yes, but even by that time, I was in full Supermom birthday mode. My daughter requested "those little bluberry muffins" to bring in to her classmates, and it turned out we were right by Hannaford dropping off the truck. So easy! That's what I was thinking all the way to the front door of the store, when ... what? They don't open til 7 a.m.! Crud.
OK, Plan B. We would just get ready early and head back to the store for the goodies, and then I would drive the kids to school. Good plan, if "ready early" exists in your family's vocabulary. For the DeMars clan, it's non-existant. So we scambled as usual to catch the bus, and I called out to my daughter as she booked down the driveway, "I'll just drop your goodies off at school in a little while!" That would be known as Plan C.
Thankfully, I did not have to get any further into the alphabet and got the little muffins dropped off on my -- sort of -- way to work.
I managed to run out of the office with about 7 minutes to spare and bee-lined for the cupacake shop across the street. Yes, working at The Saratogian is great for location. So many things are in walking (or sprinting) distance. I got the prettiest pink cupcake they had, and another couple smaller ones for my son and husband and took off for the soccer field for my daughter's soccer practice.
It was soooo hot that evening; everyone was sweltering. So, I dashed over to the grocery store and grabbed some popcicles for the team in honor of my daughter's birthday. I had already thought of doing it, but the heat made the sweaty bunch that much more appreciative of the cool treats.
When we got home, my daughter crawled into the driver's seat of the car with me and gave me a tight squeeze. "You did EVERYTHING for my birthday. You're the best Mom in the world."
I've filed that away in my memory banks for all the times she hates me in the future. Seriously though, making her happy on her special day meant the world.
The morning of her birthday started off with a surprise from my husband that we needed to get the transmission on our truck serviced — that day. That meant getting the kids up early and driving two vehicles over to the service garage at about 6:15 a.m.
Early, yes, but even by that time, I was in full Supermom birthday mode. My daughter requested "those little bluberry muffins" to bring in to her classmates, and it turned out we were right by Hannaford dropping off the truck. So easy! That's what I was thinking all the way to the front door of the store, when ... what? They don't open til 7 a.m.! Crud.
OK, Plan B. We would just get ready early and head back to the store for the goodies, and then I would drive the kids to school. Good plan, if "ready early" exists in your family's vocabulary. For the DeMars clan, it's non-existant. So we scambled as usual to catch the bus, and I called out to my daughter as she booked down the driveway, "I'll just drop your goodies off at school in a little while!" That would be known as Plan C.
Thankfully, I did not have to get any further into the alphabet and got the little muffins dropped off on my -- sort of -- way to work.
I managed to run out of the office with about 7 minutes to spare and bee-lined for the cupacake shop across the street. Yes, working at The Saratogian is great for location. So many things are in walking (or sprinting) distance. I got the prettiest pink cupcake they had, and another couple smaller ones for my son and husband and took off for the soccer field for my daughter's soccer practice.
It was soooo hot that evening; everyone was sweltering. So, I dashed over to the grocery store and grabbed some popcicles for the team in honor of my daughter's birthday. I had already thought of doing it, but the heat made the sweaty bunch that much more appreciative of the cool treats.
When we got home, my daughter crawled into the driver's seat of the car with me and gave me a tight squeeze. "You did EVERYTHING for my birthday. You're the best Mom in the world."
I've filed that away in my memory banks for all the times she hates me in the future. Seriously though, making her happy on her special day meant the world.
Labels: birthday, soccer practice
posted by Media Mom Betsy at
12:30 PM
1 Comments:
When you "get it right" it's just the BEST feeling. I'm sure your daughter never doubted you'd make her day special, Betsy. Today I presented my son with a $10 Eiffel Tower from Paris. He's on cloud nine! As always, it's the little things...souvenirs and cupcakes.
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