Just Another Day
I thank so many of you for remembering me on my birthday. I would love to say that it was full of fireworks and excitement--but the truth is--it was just another day. I cleaned, I took care of a very cranky Gracie, I took out the trash, did the dishes and fixed chicken and rice for dinner.
I was far from excited about this milestone anyway. 30 meant another decade down the tube, and in my current state of mind I couldn't think of anything (except Gracie of course) that I had done that was meaningful in my 20's. Now, before you all jump on my obviously bad attitude, when you turned 30 I doubt that you didn't have any apprehensions about it--and if you aren't 30 yet, then really you have no idea how you might feel. To top things off, my baby turns 4 in a few weeks--so you add an aging mother watching her daughter grow up so fast, and you might have a few clues as to why I was dreading this "milestone." There are many more aspects of "regret," but I won't bore you with those.
Just, know that I appreciate the cards, comments, flowers, and gifts. It is nice to know that I have people in my life who care so much about me, and wanted to remember me on "my day."
And, don't jump all over Garren either. He is a good, although obtuse at times, husband. He and Gracie gave me cards in bed on my birthday morning, and at some point he will take me to Applebee's for dinner--he gave me a gift card to prove it. I found myself more depressed without at least a birthday cake and candles, but he had to work late, and I didn't ask for one.
I was far from excited about this milestone anyway. 30 meant another decade down the tube, and in my current state of mind I couldn't think of anything (except Gracie of course) that I had done that was meaningful in my 20's. Now, before you all jump on my obviously bad attitude, when you turned 30 I doubt that you didn't have any apprehensions about it--and if you aren't 30 yet, then really you have no idea how you might feel. To top things off, my baby turns 4 in a few weeks--so you add an aging mother watching her daughter grow up so fast, and you might have a few clues as to why I was dreading this "milestone." There are many more aspects of "regret," but I won't bore you with those.
Just, know that I appreciate the cards, comments, flowers, and gifts. It is nice to know that I have people in my life who care so much about me, and wanted to remember me on "my day."
And, don't jump all over Garren either. He is a good, although obtuse at times, husband. He and Gracie gave me cards in bed on my birthday morning, and at some point he will take me to Applebee's for dinner--he gave me a gift card to prove it. I found myself more depressed without at least a birthday cake and candles, but he had to work late, and I didn't ask for one.
Now, BJ, how can you expect the rest of us to look forward to 30 when you aren't enjoying it???
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