Editors Note: A HUGE thank you to Eurolux Salon and Day Spa, in Brookfield CT. (317, Federal Road, (203) 740-1717) and Lauren the owner, Dave, the receptionist, Luda, who worked her magic on me, and Amy, who worked her magic on Number 4.
So…Number 4’s birthday.
It went like this…
We started the birthday off the way any 7-year-old should. We broke out the fancy glasses, and had chocolate chip pancakes.
Before I left to get the kids to school, I got a facebook message from MIss P. It said, “I need to see you before you pick up Number 4.”
She had read the Dear Number 4 post.
When I got home from dropping the kids off at school, she was at my house waiting for me. She came with a coupon and gift card for Dunkin Donuts. You know, so Number 4 and I could have a drink while we got our pedicures.
Miss P and I stood in the driveway and I started bawling.
It’s amazing how a little gesture like that can seem so huge.
And restore your faith in humanity.
I was going to go to Dunkin Donuts, but I felt like Ihad just received a free dinner at Nobu.
So I had a good cry,
went to a meeting,
picked Number 6 up from preschool,
and then went to get Number 4.
She had no idea I was even coming.
When I told her where we were going, this was her reaction:
We stopped at Dunkin Donuts. I got her a chocolate donut. And the biggest fucking drink they had. Because I could. Because she deserved it.
We headed to Eurolux Salon and Day Spa.
We put on some lip gloss and went in.
From the get go, Dave, Amy and Luda treated us like royalty.
We had to pick out our polish color. Number 4 had never seen so many nail polishes in one place.
She had a bit of a polishgasm.
And some trouble making up her mind.
She picked her color.
Why choose one color when you can choose five?
Dave, one of my new favorite people, gave us some chocolate. And he gave Number 4 a little present.
Hair accessories. And more lip gloss!!!
I thought we were just getting a pedicure.
I was wrong.
They gave us manicures too.
Don’t they look pretty?
But they still weren’t done.
They were going to do her hair.
I always cut Number 4’s hair, so she had never had her hair cut or styled, or even sat in a “fancy chair”.
She was in love with herself.
Really in love with herself.
We came home… there were a couple presents from my parents.
She opened up a new helmet and some bike accessories. We told her they were for her old bike.
She pretended to be happy, but she was a little disappointed.
Until we brought the bike in from the back deck.
She was happy. And grateful.
Then we had pizza. And then the world’s smallest ice cream cake.
That mothereffer costs $19.99.
Nineteen effing ninety-nine.
What the hell?
That’s the last ice cream cake I ever buy. (Keep your eye out for the next money saving post: How to make an ice cream cake that doesn’t cost a million f*cking dollars).
It was a great day.
A perfect day.
A Number 4-worthy day.
No, we didn’t have a big party with friends, but who needs one of those in this house?
It’s always a party in this house.
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