Birthday week is wrapping up.
Technically it was supposed to end yesterday.
Yesterday my boys became SEVEN year olds. My funny, energetic, tree-climbing boys.
Their birthday wish included an "ugly green" cake. They also wanted a slip n' slide attached to the pool with pop at the bottom waiting for them. You know kind of like bowling your booty into floating pop cans.
Or something like that.
I was able to deliver the cake.
We were set for the birthday celebration. Until the crying started.
He had actually told me the day before his ear had been hurting him. Which I thought about for a minute. Something like "Oh no, Do we have time for the doctor today?" And then promptly forgot, being the good mother I am.
When he started saying things like, "I wish I had never been born" the mommy guilt hit hard (Why didn't we go to the doctor yesterday!) and we rushed to the doctor at 4:40 on a Friday night (we made it 5 minutes before closing).
He had swimmer's ear.
The party was put on hold. Ear drops were obtained and he was asleep on the sofa by 6.
Some days just don't go like you plan.
It was the worst birthday ever.
Thankfully the ear drops did their job. He is glad to be alive again and we are getting ready to redeem his birthday and eat ugly green cake.
And THEN, birthday week will come to a close.