Happy Birthday to ME!

Sunday was my 43rd birthday.  I know, I forgot to mention it.  Notice the number?  Who really wants to announce that?  I was really just pretending that it didn’t exist.  I’m not depressed about it or anything, but I had a baby two days before my birthday 17 years ago, so let’s just say that I gladly let my birthday take the backseat.

This is completely foreign to LoverBoy’s sweet girlfriend.  She kept asking me if I was excited about Sunday, and I swear to you that every time without fail, my response was, “What’s Sunday?”  And I was serious.

This type of attitude worked out well for me over the years, like on my 30th birthday.  I had thrown a huge bash for my husband’s 30th birthday six short months before my birthday.  I actually thought it would be the one birthday of mine that would be celebrated.  When nothing was mentioned about my birthday, I just KNEW that I was getting a surprise party.  Oh, I was surprised all right.  He forgot, and then made a last-minute attempt to stop and buy something (quite possibly at a convenience store) on his way home.  I got candles.  “But they’re that scent that you like, Babe.”

Things haven’t changed much.  On Sunday, he called the boys to see if they wanted to “hang out” with him.  LoverBoy replied, “Well, I really think we should hang out with Mom, since it’s her birthday and all.”  His response, “Oops, my bad.”

Sorry, ladies.  He’s already taken.  You will have to wait a couple of years for Mr. No-Where-Close-to-Right to be available.

The good news is that he didn’t pass this trait down to my boys.  At five minutes after midnight, LoverBoy ran out into the living room to give me a hug and tell me “Happy Birthday.”  It was also the first thing that both of them said to me when they woke up the next morning.  I could have died happy right then and there.

I set about my day doing the normal things – laundry, dishes, changing cat litter, etc.  This sent several members of my family into convulsions.  It was my birthday and there needed to be a plan to celebrate it.  (Perhaps I’m adopted?)  I agreed to a day full of fun with family and friends.  First, I hit the mall with the boys and the girlfriend.  I wanted to get some of the back-to-school shopping out of the way.  (Okay, perhaps I’m a freak of nature?)  I know that shopping with teenagers sounds like a chore, but listen, I think I have found the key to a successful back-to-school shopping trip.  Go on your birthday.  They feel bad that you are buying stuff for them on your birthday, so they are super appreciated.  I must have been told that I was “the best” more than a million times.

After shopping, I decided to get a pedicure with my BFF.  When I told the boys where I was headed, they handed me their card and said, “You’d better open this now.”  It was a gift certificate for a pedicure. Of course, I know that it was the girlfriend’s idea, and I have never loved her more.  (Isn’t that my luck, I grow to love her right the summer before she leaves for college?)

We went to dinner with my mom, my sister and her family, and my BFF and her family.  I had a margarita and had the best time giggling.  (Obviously, I’m a cheap date these days.)  The boys thought it was great since I rarely drink.  Or have fun.  Plus, I probably gave them money because I’m generous when I’m happy.  Tipsy.  Whatever.

We ended up back at my house for cake and ice cream.  My mom and sister bought me this amazing cake called The Dobashe from a local bakery.  It is heavenly – layers of chocolate fudge and vienna fillings.  It’s my favorite.  And I’ve been told that cakes eaten on your birthday are actually fat-free.

It wasn’t anything exciting.  There was no surprise party or humongous gift, but it was absolutely THE BEST birthday that I have ever had, surrounded by the people who I love that love me back.  I can’t wait for the next 364 days to pass to have another day as great as that one.  (Even though adding numbers to my age adds other fun things, like READING GLASSES.  Ugh.)

Anyway, happy Birthday to ME!

 

Comments

  1. I love this!!! You have sooooooooooooo many years ahead of you!!!! I hope the good years outweigh the bad, 🙂

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