Today is the day that 34 years ago, my too tired to watch the kids mom gave birth to me. Yes, it’s the ”big” day, but I really don’t care. It’s just another day to me. With one exception: I just expect my husband of 10 years (11 tomorrow) to wish me a happy birthday without poking or prodding or me saying something inappropriate. That’s all.
It took Brenna about 2 minutes this morning to realize what day it was. She was just so excited, but when you’re 5 and a half, a trip to the bathroom is exciting, an adventure because you never know what may happen in THAT room. Matt left yesterday to go to Maryland to the Greater Washington Saint Bernard Club’s Specialty show, so it’s just me, the girls, 4 dogs and 1 cat. Rowan is just too young and too into herself to realize what a birthday actually is, yet I remember hers explicity, especially the pain I endured on that particular day. So, I was off to a great start. I had the morning off from work, I had to go buy cupcakes for myself, and the sun was shining.
My coworkers brought in all the goodies to make brownie sundaes, which were so yummy, I must say. Everyone wished me a happy birthday. And 3 phone conversations later with Matt, still no mention of my birthday. I even told him I was going out to buy CUPCAKES!! Clueless! Yes, because we have frickin’ cupcakes every single night here in the house…..NO! I finally just came out and said, “Is there anything else you need to say to me today?” And he paused. PAUSED!! Like he had no frickin’ clue. And then he finally said it. And he had some lame excuse that went like this: “I was gonna tell you later.” Later? Like, tomorrow? Next year? When he got around to it?
So when one of my lovely coworkers asked me what I was doing tonight, I told her I was going to clean the bathroom and call it a night. And I think I’m going to forget that tomorrow is our anniversary and cook macaroni and cheese!
{On a side note, Greta got 2nd in her class both shows.}
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