The Good

• The parents of the kids were super awesome and so sweet today.  Every one of them brought me some sort of thoughtful gift.  How did I get so lucky as to have these people in my lives?  Seriously, I don’t deserve them.
• I got thousands of facebook messages (lie — I only got dozens but it felt like thousands) wishing me a happy bday. And even if I don’t actually talk to most of those people in real life, it still feels good to have someone thinking of you — however briefly — on your birthday.
• My parents gave me cash money for my bday and I bought myself Dino’s Gyro’s for dinner on Monday night and a small Amazon gift card for myself yesterday night.  I’ve been reading sample after sample of books on my kindle since Christmas in order to keep from buying a bunch of books, but it’s time to buy myself a couple full books to enjoy.  Any suggestions?
• I know that I am loved by my friends and family — not just on my birthday, but every day.  And they made sure I knew it.  I am lucky.  I am blessed.  I am incredibly fortunate.
• My husband tried every which way to get me excited about my birthday.  He failed.  But at least he tried.  I appreciated the effort.
• All the kids were awesome.  Everyone was well behaved.  Even though there were a couple nap strikes, everyone stayed in a good mood.  They were sweet to me and played so nicely with each other.  They kick ass.
• My godfather still took the time to drop off a little bday present for me.  30 years and that wonderful man still takes the time to give me thoughtful gifts.  My parents chose wisely when they selected him as my godfather.
• The Husband brought home some Crispin Cider for me. I got a little buzzed up and the day seemed better after that.

The Bad

• I got my period on the same day as my birthday.  I mean…REALLY?!?  What kind of sick joke is that?
• The Husband kept trying to think of thoughtful ways to make dinner special. We could go to the dive bar down the street.  He could make something.  Etc, etc.  But all the options sounded like too much money or too much clean up (you guys, my husband is such a disaster in the kitchen).  So we agreed on him picking up some pizza for dinner.  He decided to pick it up on his way home from work.  At 4:30.  O_o.  So by the time 6:00 rolled around, the pizza and cheesy bread were cold and I was honestly choking back tears at how pathetic my dinner was.
• Ok, I spent most of the day choking back tears.
• Sometimes I couldn’t choke them back.

The Ugly

• My friend sent some delicious chocolate chip cookies with her daughter when she got dropped off.  I promptly ate two of them for breakfast, and then ate the third one shortly thereafter for “brunch”.  But I didn’t send the container back home with her daughter because I didn’t want her to know that I wolfed down three huge cookies in a matter of hours.  But now she knows because she reads this blog.  Which just makes this whole incident even more pathetic.  Oh!  Hello rock bottom!
• I cried 3 times today.  One of those times was while I was singing my son to sleep.  I got tears on his clean hair.  That’s so pathetic.  Who cries on the head of their greatest blessing?  Oh rock bottom, I thought I knew you.
• I cried because I’m 30 years old and obviously super duper lucky but I still got my period and got a bitch slap in the face that I’m still not pregnant.
• Did I mention my birthday dinner was cold pizza?  Yeah, I’m downgrading that from bad to straight-up ugly.
• I was sort of secretly pouty about not getting a surprise party.  Ok, ok.  I know.  This is so stupid and selfish.  But the thing about having a bday on Jan 3rd, right after the holidays, is that you always keep expectations low and you never demand people make a big deal out of your birthday.  I know people are burnt out and so I would never ask my friends to do some sort of celebration for me.  Even if it was something as simple as going out to the bars, I know that everyone is cash strapped after the holidays and they’re exhausted and so I would just never ask it.  Honestly, I don’t think I’ve had a birthday party since I was 10 years old.  I just don’t really celebrate it.  And normally I’m totally cool with that.  I do dinner with my family and I’m completely happy with that arrangement.  But this year?  This year, I guess I just sort of thought and hoped that there was some sort of secret party in the works.  Oh well.  I know it’s for the best that there wasn’t one.  I would have been a total brat leading up to it I’m sure.  That’s totally my M.O.