A True Short Story

There is a new birthday law in our household and that is,

"No birthday shall pass without having cake."

The 20th of April was my dear hubby’s birthday. We have different ideas about what a good birthday entails. My ideal birthday includes being surrounded by my family, receiving many presents and eating cake after dinner! Hubby’s ideal birthday is having a nice meal with his family and really doesn’t mind if he has presents or cake.

Well, I was not my usual prepared self and ordered his presents online, too late for delivery to take place before his birthday. He didn’t mind because he still had presents from Jessica and Samantha and a small one I had bought for him earlier. I told him first thing in the morning that it was not going to be a good birthday because I hadn’t been organised enough to ensure everything went to plan.

He assured me it was fine and not to worry.

We went out in the morning to get a few groceries and as we were leaving the shops, I remembered that we hadn’t bought a cake yet. He assured me he didn’t want one and no matter how much I tried, he was adamant about not getting one. All the way home I was very down about his birthday. Not only was he missing some of his presents but now he didn’t have a cake either! He offered to get a cake for his birthday so the day was a good birthday for me. I then felt guilty so was quiet the rest of the trip home.

After the kids had their afternoon nap, Robert woke up with a high temperature. Five minutes after I gave him Panadol, he threw up on the lounge room carpet. I said to hubby, “I told you it was a bad birthday day!” It couldn’t get any worse could it?

I cooked roast beef for dinner; only it wasn’t really roast beef. It was corned beef, marinated for roasting. Hmmm, a bit dubious but we roasted it anyway. Yep, you’re right; it tasted like something that should have been boiled! And there was no cake for dessert!

Not to worry, bad birthday day was nearly over ... or was it?

Time to get the kids bathed and to bed. Hubby is enjoying crawling around on the floor with the little ones while I get everything ready for their bath. That is until he spins around too quickly in the wrong direction and hits his head so hard on the stair railing that he's nearly knocked himself out! After 10 minutes of holding his head trying to regain his senses, he finally gets to his feet nursing a very very bad headache.

Then I remember that I didn’t check the weather for the night, so I don’t know what to dress the little ones in for bed, so hubby runs down stairs to find out and slips on his ass half way down the stairs.

After ensuring he was okay, the only thing left to say was,

“We should have bought a cake!”