Birthday Blues...Every year I try and stay up until 2:13 in the morning on my birthday, as that is the time I was born. This year I went to bed just shy of midnight...I guess I'm getting old.
Having your birthday on a weekday sort of sucks. There's really nothing to do, and every good restaurant or bar closes early. Ken said we'll go out over the weekend and celebrate it big, but it's over and done by then, so it doesn't really matter. My husband plans on making me a nice dinner tonight, and maybe we'll watch a good movie on the television, but that's about it; another year gone by and no family or friends to celebrate it as everyone I truly love is back in California, or they're working today and tonight.
I'll spend the day with my gorgeous little boy, playing and having fun with him, and then when my gorgeous husband comes home we'll have a nice roasted chicken dinner, bathe the baby and put him to bed, and then we'll cuddle on the couch until it's time to go to sleep. No sex for my birthday this year as I got the birthday present that keeps on giving until menopause hits, which should be next year if the birthday fairy gives me my wish.
I feel old, and I miss my mom. Oh well, Happy birthday to me.