Birthday Blues?

As many of you may know, I just had a birthday on Monday.

It was sooooo exciting. I did so many awesome things! I went to the gym, did some laundry, went to the grocery store, listened to my kids whine, yelled at my kids for whining, did some laundry, renewed my drivers license, did some laundry.

Good times....good times. By the way, just for laughs, this video completely goes with my birthday this year. He totally speaks to me around 1:30, and about 4 minutes in, but if you have time listen to the whole thing. Gotta LOVE Jim Gaffigan.




Do any of you ever get the Birthday blues? I don't know why I get it, but I do. This year, I'm sure it's a combination of the fact that I didn't get laid lei'd in Hawaii, and the just-got-back-from-vacation stress, and having eaten so much that I gained weight and felt like crap, and having to retrain the kids who were spoiled rotten all week. Or the fact that now I'm 31. I'm not "just" 30 anymore. Now I'm "in my thirties." It makes me feel really old.
But, as a Mom, there's also that expectation to not expect it to be anything special. I don't know how else to put it. I think for Mom's birthdays are just another day in the life.

I have to thank my husband for making it special for me.

Actually, the evening was great. C came home with dinner. He brought home Chili's take out which was awesome, and brought me a slice of Paradise Pie, which is my favorite! Then my parent's came over with an Angel Food cake for me, which is my other favorite.
I had told C not to get me any presents, and I would buy myself something in Hawaii, which I didn't really, if you don't count all the food (which I didn't really pay for) and the mu mu, which was entirely necessary at the end of the trip, since I was bulging out of my clothes.

But, he came home from work bearing gifts. C is a really, really great gift giver. And he's really good at surprises. He's good at keeping a secret. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing, but I'm always surprised.

So, he got me new luggage, because I guess my old suitcase with the broken frame,and the bent wheels, that scream when you roll them was a little embarrassing. So, he went and got me a whole new set of luggage. Inside was a gift certificate for an 80-minute-couples-massage from our favorite spa. And a flask. Because apparently I just look like a drunk on the go.

I guess I should tell the story behind the flask. Actually it's not really a story, as much as a silly idea I had one night. We were going out to dinner with some of our friends. I ordered a cherry Coke. I was told by the server that they didn't have cherry, or grenadine. This happens all too often. How does a place that has a bar, that serves mixed drinks NOT have grenadine? So, I had this fabulous idea that I could get a flask, and put grenadine syrup in it, and keep it in my purse. That way, no matter where I go, I'll have some to put into my Coke.
Brilliant, right?!! I thought so.
So, C got me a flask. I also thought it would be really funny to pull it out during Sunday School, just to see people's reactions, but C didn't think that was such a good idea.

There's my run of the mill 31st birthday story.