The Incorrigible Night Owl

So, happy birthday to me, I guess.
I staggered out of bed this morning at 7:15, long enough to fix Madalyn’s hair and make sure Robert knew both kids’ outfits were laid out for school. Then I headed back to bed and didn’t get up until 11:45.
Basically, I have no plans today. I had plans, until I realized that Robert had his two classes to teach today. Now, I’m not one who is loathe to do things by myself, so if I had the means I’d have simply taken off to Norman or OKC on my own for the day. The monkey wrench in the works being that I HAVE NO CAR so that was out of the question, too.
So, here I sit, waiting for Robert to show up, the idea being that we will go to lunch. Unfortunately, and don’t get me wrong; I’m not deliberately looking for reasons to be dissatisfied; this is just the truth: I am sick unto death of the restaurants here. None of them are that great to begin with and then when you’ve eaten at them about a thousand times in the past couple of years, because you had no other choices, going to them just doesn’t seem like any big whoop.
Tonight we have Open House at Madalyn’s school and I think I will take myself to a movie afterward. So those are my grand plans for my birthday. *sigh*
You know, it’s not like I’m an attention whore who needs a parade and a full marching band to celebrate. But I do like to make some fuss out of birthdays — even if I have to plan the fuss my own self — and it kind of sucks, to put it bluntly, to not be able to do something at least slightly out of the ordinary. I mean, the movies will be nice and I will enjoy it — but I just went to the movies on my own on Sunday afternoon, so it’s not like it’s some rare treat.
Fear not, though, faithful readers. Lest I begin to sound completely whiny and ungrateful, I will also add that, you know, it’s not what I’d hoped for, it’s not what I’d planned….but, damn, it sure beats the alternative of NOT having any more birthdays. So I will delay my celebration and just be happy I’m here to do any celebrating at all — and that my family is here to do it with me.
(And, after all, I am going to see Paul three times in the next two months, that sure doesn’t suck!)