I am 29 now. Geeze. I am going to be a old geezer before I know it. My birthday was uneventful. I don’t mean it in a bitchy way, I just mean it was ok, and not all that exciting. Friday was the actual day, and I had to work, but had hoped to get out after a couple of hours. Not so much…. Then my middle baby needed to get to the doctor, as she was sick, so I had the joy of putting her and myself through torture so they could swab her throat, and declare her infectious. The husband did take me out for a awesome dinner, (I love me some P.F Changs) and he got me a pretty Shiva Shell necklace from Hi-Ho Silver. I got snarky once we got home from dinner, as my mother in law is the one person who for the life of her isn’t able to get my kids to go to bed. Her efforts are pretty half hearted though. Once again they were all up. She had the other grandkids over too, so of course mine didn’t want to miss anything. This led to me having to be the bad guy and put the kids to bed while they screamed because they still wanted to play. Not loving it. So the kids went to bed an hour late, and the next morning I had to wake them up early for stuff we had going on Saturday.
Sunday was the actual birthday celebration per say. My mom made a yummy dinner, and I had a candle less cake cause I am loved like that. I then got to humor myself while I opened the gifts from my grandparents. They are 90 and 91, so it’s not like it’s easy for them to go shopping, so you just never know what your going to get. In the past they went the money route, which always works, but lately they have been getting creative. Side note they really don’t need to get me anything, I am lucky enough to still have them in my life, so please don’t write a hateful comment on my page about what a spoiled brat I am. Anyways, I got a black straw hat, (that would totally get me on the What Not to Wear show), a food scale (nothing says you’re a fat ass like receiving one of those), and a fry pan. Bless their hearts. After stuffing our faces, I was outside with the kids when I noticed Dave’s family was coming over…. Apparently we were doing birthday with them too, and Dave forgot to mention this. So to our house we went for birthday round 2. We again did some cake, that I didn’t even get to have any of as I was too full to eat a bite, after we had freaking just did birthday 5 min ago, and then there wasn’t anything left over so I don’t even know if it was any good. Not feeling the love here….Dave keeps asking me why I am being some quiet. Umm since when does this BS become acceptable? I think more thought was put into celebrating the fact Chick-fil-a is opening up near us soon. Story of my life.