Hubby's Birthday

    The thing about being an adult and having a birthday is that, really, it's just not as fun as it used to be. Especially when you have to work and then come home to a family of small people. This, however, is life and life is what Hubby had to experience for this year's birthday. He is now thirty-two. I have spent the last thirteen birthdays with him. Today's was definitely not that exciting. After spending most of his day working in Grand Junction, he was able to come home. Before we could have dinner, we needed to take care of the animals. I thought it only fair that the children and I do this job and give Hubby a moment off. That lasted, oh, about two minutes. When we got into the barn and made our way past wiggling, licking, jumping dogs, we discovered a dead bird laying near the dogs' bowls. Gross. I don't do well with dead bodies. S went to ask Daddy to save the day. Well, once you are in the barn, it is quite hard to come back out. There is always an animal that needs something extra, even if it is just a scratch behind the ear. While I fed and watered the animals, the children set to work on scooping doggy doo. After a momentary argument about which pooper-scooper belonged to whom (they are identical!) they set to work. I, meanwhile, had finished feeding and had taken the dogs out for their nightly run about. I call it their perimeter check. Halfway through this I am startled by high pitched shrieking from the barn. It seems another dead body has been discovered, this time a mouse. M does not do well with dead bodies either. Hubby has to save the day again. So, my poor, sweet Hubby had to work all day, do double duty on body removal, and cook his own sausages for dinner. Not glamorous at all. We did finish our dinner with a fun and yummy ice cream sundae bar. Someday, when we are older and greyer, maybe we can actually celebrate with a trip somewhere. But where's the excitement in that?! I love you Hubby and hope you had a good birthday anyway. Thanks for being our hero.