Today, is my birthday. I’m 22. Not really a milestone, but, I feel, worth mentioning nonetheless.
It kind of sucks to have a birthday so close to Christmas. When I was a kid, my parents were really good about showing me that my birthday was special in its own right, and always made sure to celebrate it separately. The older I got, the more I noticed that people would give me “joint” birthday/Christmas presents, and the magic of that once special day slowly became a distant memory. Nevermind that my friends always received two separate gifts from me.
This year really isn’t different. While I am celebrating my birthday this Friday with two very special friends, (who always remember that Christmas isn’t the same holiday as my birthday) it seems like the actual day itself is being lost in the shuffle of the holiday season. My husband offered dinner and a movie tonight, but I declined because of all of the “stuff” that I must get done before this weekend. I’m sure that those of you with children are staring aghast at your screen, but I’m serious.
I have laundry to fold, decorations to put up, and presents to wrap. Did I mention I’m not actually finished shopping yet? Plus I have a hair appointment tomorrow. Needless to say my week is busy and I don’t even have kids. God help me when I do.
Anyway, I just thought I’d do some complaining. I’m sure that’s what you all wanted to read anyway!