The birthday that wasn’t.

So. Yesterday started off well. I was feeling pretty good about having made a Target run for last minute presents, wrapped the presents, baked and decorated cupcakes (for us and Bee’s class), chatted with the neighbor for an hour, showered, blogged, wrapped a belated Father’s Day gift, put the kids to bed and finished a book (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix for my ramp up to the 6th movie hitting the theaters next month). I was on fire. I could do anything! I even successfully delivered a tray of cupcakes to school without knocking any of them over.

And then school called after lunch and said to please come pick up Bee because she was a giant vomitous mass of feverish goo.

Um. Yeah. So birthday cupcakes? Cancelled. (We sang, but she refused to eat them. Either she’s sick for real, or else the Apocalypse is near.) She did have a fever of 102.6 when I picked her up, but she managed to perk up at the thought of presents. So at least I got some pictures. Of course, once she ran through that, she was too pooped out to talk to anyone. Maybe we’ll have Birthday 2.0 on Thursday night. We can have McDonald’s like we’d planned and maybe go crazy and actually eat some cupcakes and do our annual birthday picture. We can work our way up to playing with her presents, too. I know – I’m wild and crazy when it comes to birthdays.

Poor kid. Good thing she still insists that her “birt-day is comin’ up!” because yesterday certainly deserves a do-over.

Tags: birthda, birthdays, children, Sick