Locked Down On A Birthday

I never wanna see the basement again! After trying to surprise aunt, we got stuck in the basement and had to spend a whole day in there. After things (and our tempers) cooled down, it was time to turn our attention to the next event on the calendar: the triplet’s birthday. Well, that was easier said than done. Surprising them is the hardest because we have to stop them from poking through the stuff and ruining the surprise. This time was no different

“Ok, is everyone up? No, no, Mille sweetie, go back to bed, it’s not time to get up yet. Rachel, go get aunt and uncle. Pepper go put Millie back to sleep.” “I can’t put her to bed she’s too hyperactive. You do it, Rachel. And Tamara, what are you going to do, apart from all the instructions?” “I’ve gotta go brush my hair. That’s why you guys are doing the work.” “Good luck finding your hairbrush.” “I’m not gonna use mine, I’m using yours.” “All of you stop it!” Aunt had arrived, and taken control of everything. Millie was back in bed, and apparently, so was uncle. Oh well

We all came down into the living room. “OK, so Millie’s favourite color is blue, Tyson’s is cyan and Rebecca’s is purple. So we need streamers and balloons. Tamara, go and get those. Pepper, get three cake moulds out. The circle for Rebecca, the heart for Millie and the square for Tyson. And Rachel, go drag your uncle out of bed and tell him to take a shower and get down here for breakfast. And then start helping Tamara put up the streamers.

We started work. I began pumping up balloons. Well, at least I tried. The first one was too big, and it popped. The next one, I was so tired after pumping it up, that I let go of the nozzle of the pump, and the balloon went flying. All the way to the ladder Tamara was standing on, trying to put up streamers. The balloon scared her, and she lost her balance. And we all know what happens next. One annoyed Tamara, trussed up in streamers, trying to get up without ripping them.

Uncle came down the stairs, to help decorate. He slipped on the stairs and knocked Tamara down again. Today is just not her day, I guess. She screamed out of frustration and sent Pepper to go do the streamers, while she helped bake the cake.

In the kitchen, aunt and Pepper had put the first cake in the oven and were making the frosting, when an extremely pissed off and bruised Tamara walked it. “Pepper, go and help uncle put up the streamers. I cannot work with them anymore.” Aunt gave Tamara a whisk. “Whisk the cream cheese, and then add the sugar.” She started. And ended up whisking so fast it got everywhere. “Well,” aunt began, taking it out of her hair, “I suppose you could just go and keep an eye on the kids for me so that they don’t wake up and guess their surprise.”

Tamara walked up the stairs, annoyed. In the triplet’s bedroom, the three of them were fast asleep. She took her headphones and sat down. After a few minutes, she dozed off. The battery of the headphones died, and the loud music filled the room. As expected, it woke the triplets up. They got out of bed and stumbled down the stairs.

Pepper and uncle were tangled in the streamers, I was covered in tape and bits of balloon, and the kitchen was a creamy, batter-y mess. And Tyson, Millie and Rebecca were playing in the garden. Wait. They were in the garden? How? They were supposed to be up in bed, fast asleep. Ugh, Tamara must have fallen asleep listening to music again. It’s so annoying when she’s not responsible enough!

Tired, Tyson brought Millie and Rebecca in. They saw the scene in the living room and ran back outside. Uncle tried to stand up and get them back in. He forgot to tell Pepper. They fell. Aunt was covered in batter, they wouldn’t go to her. Well, it seems I was the only eligible person to get them in. I went outside, with the only surviving balloon. They saw it and came running. “Happy birthday! Let’s go inside and eat breakfast, then play all day,” I said to them. They blew a raspberry at me and then ran away. Oh well, now we’ve gotta go catch them. Wish us luck!