As you all know, Tori turned one on Saturday. We had planned to make it quite the event. The celebration we had put together involved a seven hour car ride, the presence of most of our nearest and dearest, lots and lots of presents and a cake made from scratch by her grandma’s loving hands.
But you know that thing they say about life? About how it’s what happens when you’re making other plans? Yeah. Well, life happened this weekend.
Friday dawned, warm and sunny. But instead of getting the early start we had envisioned, Brian had to go to work for a couple of hours. In the meantime, I was supposed to pack up the car and be ready to go the minute he got home at 10 a.m.
Tori had other plans, and when the appointed hour came, I was anything but ready. But that was okay, because Brian was nowhere in sight. 10:30 came and went. Then 10:45. By the time Brian finally called, my face was beet red from the steam I had built up inside.
Steam I was prepared to let loose in a scathing harangue when I picked up the phone. But before I could start, Brian said, “Guess what? I just got in an accident.”
Turns out, his car was in the middle of a three car pileup. Everyone was okay, but by the time we got everything straightened out, it was far too late to head to Michigan.
I had just resigned myself to celebrating her first birthday alone, with just the three of us, when my mom called. No way no how was she missing her granddaughter’s first birthday. So instead, she informed me, they would come to us.
The hour was 5:30 p.m. My house was a disaster. We had no food. And Tori? Well Tori had no presents. Or cake. Or anything necessary to celebrate a birthday.
Needless to say, some miracles needed to happen. And quickly.
Thanks to Walmart (yes, it is the seat of the evil empire. but sometimes it’s awfully handy), we remedied the present-less, cake-less situation, and filled a cart up with food. I even bought an awesome cake mold to make a giant cupcake.
When Friday ended, I was feeling pretty good.
Then, on Saturday, I woke up with a migraine.
Tori woke up with a new tooth coming through.
I forgot to grease the pan, so my beautiful cake was ruined.
Tori threw up all over the cute little dress I had picked out for her to wear.
Then the cat threw up on a pile of clean laundry.
Then the toilet brush turned up missing.
There were tears. A lot of tears. And Brian was in no mood to deal with any of us.
It had the makings of a disaster.
But, somehow, everything got done. The house, while still not quite spotless, became presentable.
The second cake (not in the cute pan), looked edible.
And my parents arrived with kisses and hugs for everybody, and a boatload of presents.
Smiles were found. Until…
Brian realized he had forgotten the meat for the hamburgers at the store. There was no dinner.
But you know what? That’s why God invented takeout.
Tori had Olive Garden for her first birthday dinner. Then she opened a few of her presents, even playing with them for a while before turning to the boxes they came in.
Happy Birthday was sung (although Tori screamed through the whole thing). And cake was eaten with great relish by young and old alike (no one seemed to notice it lacked the adorable shape of a giant cupcake).
Oh, and I got my champagne.
All in all, it turned out to be a very good first birthday party, even if it wasn’t what we had planned. But that’s life for you. It always seems to work out in the end.
Hopefully I’ll remember that when the birthday insanity hits next year.