I took pictures off the camera today to make room for pictures of our kindergartner singing tonight in the school concert. I came across a particularly sad photo I must share of Ben's big birthday bash. It was not the worst birthday we've celebrated (the year of the broken bones tops that--my foot on Ben's birthday and RO's arm on my birthday). But it was a sad, sorry excuse for a birthday.
If you read my last post I mentioned being sick. I was sick! Knocked out for 2 1/2 weeks. I imagine I've been exposed to quite a few germs this year taking over for sick teachers. Just as I was finally getting over my coughing, Ben called from work to say "I think I'm coming down with what you had!" Poor guy was knocked out for 1 1/2 weeks. He says he wasn't sick for as many weeks as I was because he's stronger than I am.
That might be true but he suffered more. Ben spent his 42nd birthday sick in bed. I didn't make it much better by not baking a cake (he wasn't hungry for sweets) or buying him any presents (I was too low on energy from being sick to go shopping).
All Ben got was homemade fried rice and Panda Express for dinner:
Classy.
The kids did give their dad some drawings and a few fun size candy bars left over from Halloween. That's all. Ben pointed out that even though we spent the whole month of November sick, at least we weren't sick at the same time. Pretty cool to be married to a guy who looks past an uber-lame birthday to focus on the blessing of staggered illnesses.
