And the streak continues


Well, it’s my birthday and, once again, it is shaping up to be a big bust.
I have always been a big birthday-celebrator. Over the past several years, though, I’ve been thwarted in my plans for my own natal day. A number of times Robert has had to spend the day working at one job or another. This year it looks like it will be no different. He was due back tomorrow afternoon but the guy covering all his stuff Friday pulled out today at the last minute and he likely won’t be able to find anyone else which means he now won’t be home until late Friday night (nearly two weeks since I last saw him, by the way).
I’m not excessively distraught or anything. It’s gotten to a point now where it’s almost humorous to sit back detachedly and see how the day will manage to end up a non-event in any given year. I am beginning to come to expect something to crop up and foil my plans so when Robert said he would be home for most of the day I took it with a healthy dose of skepticism.
I knew that a lot of people, as they age, place less importance on birthdays. However, I always thought that it was their choice. I didn’t realize it might be everyone else facilitating it!
Madalyn’s Open House at school is tomorrow so that (and cleaning my living room and kitchen) will be my birthday fun. I may take us all out to eat afterward. Or, I may not. In general I like solitude but there is something slightly pathetico about taking oneself to a birthday dinner which would be spent, like all other dinners, corralling unruly children and bolting my food so we can get out of there before someone breaks something.
Eh. So maybe I’m a little bummed. And jaded; don’t forget jaded. Not to mention old.


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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  1. OK, a few days late and a few dollars short, but, Happy Birthday To You! Happy Birthday To You! Happy Birthday Dear Mary! Happy Birthday To You! Hope it was a good one after all, in some small way that counts.
    And I know how you feel… my b-day is Saturday, and will be commemorated by my daughter’s 3rd birthday party! Her b-day is the same as yours, 9/27, but I couldn’t get my sorry act together to have her party any sooner, so it’s my own fault I don’t get to celebrate my own… not like mine ever gets celebrated, b/c someone would have to (a) remember, and (b) give a shit, and those two things don’t often coincide. I haven’t gotten a party since I was 9.
    Susan D., loyal lurker & occasional commenter

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