today is my birthday. the big 2-9.
my mom called last night to wish me a happy birthday early, which, at first i thought was kinda rude…since she went on and on and on about how she couldn’t call me because she was going to be in meetings all day on my actual birthday…but then i remembered all the birthdays i spent like Samantha in Sixteen Candles…she usually forgot my birthdays.
this morning as i was getting ready for work i thought, hey, i hope the husband doesn’t forget to wish me a happy birthday.
ps. i’m not a huge birthday person. actually, that’s a lie. a big one. i’m a huge birthday person. i like to extend my birthday celebrating for at least a week…but i’m really all for making the entire month of May all about me. i’m not, however, big on caring whether or not people forget my birthday. i’m really not. i’m pretty scatterbrained as it is, and if you aren’t on facebook, chances are good i won’t be remembering your birthday. so, if people forget, it’s all good. i take no offense. friends, coworkers, even extended family members. but i draw the line at family. they are supposed to remember.
but as the morning went on and i realized that the only person really awake was Isabella…and she was in the diego zone…i kind of hoped they would forget. you know, so i could use it as leverage.
and they didn’t disappoint.
the husband got up and got annoyed with me because i didn’t keep the list i’d make of dinners for this week. and Emily told me all about how she’d slept in and was so proud of herself (i actually was so proud. my kid finally slept in…pretty good birthday gift, i’d say). and Isabella was singing along…”go diego, go!”
note to family: i will gladly take mall gift certificates
**edit: he did call at 8:05 to wish me a happy birthday. i’m still going to hold out for the mall gift certificates. or a pair of shoes. yes, he called. but yes, he still forgot.
***edit #2: my friend Tamara came in to work with two brownies and a birthday card. she really made my day.
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