Every year my poor dad gets shafted.
You see my dad’s birthday is the 23rd of October.
Maddie and Boo’s birthdays are the 26th and 27th.
Even BEFORE Maddie made it into the world, my dad’s birthdays were a thing of the past as I was on strict bedrest and unable to leave the house on his – what would soon become – last ever real birthday celebration.
Don’t get me wrong, we buy him presents and there is cake, but it is usually squeezed in between family get togethers and epic parties for my loin fruit.
An almost inconvenience.
Kinda like my birthday…
Every year MOTY ensures that a BIG FUCKING DEAL is made of her birthday with cake and relatives and family restaurants, and then when my Daddy’s birthday rolls around he is so gah damned easy going nothing gets done for him.
Except for perhaps 5 minutes to scarf down a cake that I slapped together in the middle of the mahem, surrounded by life sized effigies of my childrens current obsessions and reams of coloured paper.
So seeing this year Boo wanted no part of any birthday celebrations (ungrateful bastard) I had a little time up my sleeve to organise something a little special for my Daddy, without raising any suspicion and causing the wrath of MOTY.
A Backwards Birthday.
Meaning dessert first!
Technically that is exactly what we do every other year, a quick birthday cake after MOTY has finished watching Bold and The Beautiful and have her home in time to watch Tonights Current Bogan Affair.
But I set the table.
And made it a little special.
A table cloth. Some tulle. A pretty cake stand and glassware. Real plates.
And marshmallows (he loves them).
And declared it a PARTY.
It took me all of five minutes to set up, in between making the decorations for Maddie’s party, running Boo around and delicately arranging myself on the fainting couch.
He was so. damn. chuffed.
MOTY was home in time to watch her crap and we had cake for dinner.
It was the easiest, and sweetest – in all senses of the word – party ever.
And the funniest part? No one had room for dinner.