Today is our fifth wedding anniversary. This past year in particular I’ve had even more reason to be grateful that when Bearhands said ‘for better and for worse’ he meant it.
We’d had high hopes for our anniversary this year – you see we’ve never actually managed to celebrate it – just Bearhands and I.
We spent our first anniversary in hospital with the 3 day old Big Sister – looking blankly at each other and silently wondering what in blazes we’d done.
Our second year, the Big Sister refused to settle – so we ate the romantic dinner I’d prepared in shifts.
The Big Sister had an ear infection on our third anniversary – so we stayed home and tended her. I don’t think I even set the table!
Our fourth year was all about quarantine; the Little Sister was fourteen days old and the Big Sister had a nasty vomiting bug. Bearhands slept the night on a mattress in the Big Sister’s room.
So you see, I had high hopes this year – we weren’t hospitalised or contagious. We’d arranged Bearhands’ parents to babysit. They’d even offered to look after the kids overnight, so we could have a ‘sleep-in’. I suspect this is Mother-in-law code for marital relations, but I can’t be sure.
But alas, our romantic plans have been curtailed. The Little Sister has an infection and, fearful of another horror night, we’re skipping the champagne, the dinner, the dancing (Not that Bearhands realises, but there would’ve been dancing!) and the sleep-in.
Maybe next year will be our year!
How do you celebrate your anniversary?
And do you have any suggestions for roadblock removal?0