It was my birthday this weekend. The following post will likely sound jaded, whiny, and self-centered. But we all have our days, right?
Birthdays suck exponentially the older you get. I should know by now to stop expecting certain things, like oh, say peace and quiet. Being waited on hand and foot. Having my deepest desires fulfilled before I can even utter the words. Think maybe I’m being unrealistic? I do too. But on my birthday, it’s like I’m a little girl again, and the world is my oyster. Anything is possible, even peace and quiet. When my birthday rolls around, I have all these high expectations and the first whine I hear out of my kid, I feel like stomping my foot and exclaiming, “But it’s my birthday!! You can’t misbehave!!”. Then when they’re hungry, I want to bark, “Well, so am I, and it’s MY birthday, so why don’t you make us BOTH some food, kid??”. But that doesn’t work so well with a toddler and a baby. Maybe when they’re older.
But I mean, really…it was my birthday and all I wanted was for someone to make me an egg sandwich and cut me up a peach for dinner. I got the sandwich, but had to cut my own peach. *sob*
I did end up having an enjoyable birthday weekend, though at times it was stressful (and I was mean). I made my hubby take the day off because spending time with him is the best gift I could receive (should have posted a sap warning there!) and my parents and a niece came to celebrate. My mom’s birthday is next week, so we had a dual celebration. We played games, we ate cake, we had presents, we played outside and I sprayed all the kids with a hose (bwahaha!).
So what is the moral of this story? Should I expect less? Should I be less self-centered? Or maybe I should just take things as they come, and be glad I had a peach, even though I had to cut it up myself.Follow @rleeosborn