Today is my birthday.
(Or rather it will be my birthday when you read this... right now it is 10:59PM the night before my birthday)
I toyed with the idea of telling you all the wonderful things that have happened to me on this my thirtieth birthday, but then I remembered something.
I hate birthday's.
Well, no... I just hate my birthday.
It's not that I don't WANT to like my birthday, I truly do.
The reality is, however, that September rarely goes well for me.
I mean, take September 11th for example--right before my birthday.
My parents separated... 4 days before my 15th birthday.
My husband flat out missed two of my birthdays.
But I can't really fault him because I've actually forgotten one of them myself.
And school? Having a birthday at the beginning of a school year guarantee's you one thing--no one will notice. There's a higher chance of the summer birthdays being celebrated than the September ones. I tried to bypass this crack slipping once by having my own birthday party at home, I was probably nine... 2 kids showed up.
One job I had handed out free movie tickets to everyone on their birthdays. On my birthday they forgot... but I didn't make a fuss, because I'm used to it (and really, who says "Hey where's my present!?)
I've learned to cope with very little on this, my special, day.
I'm not trying to give some sort of hint, I'm just telling you. I don't tend to look forward to my birthday.
So today I am thirty. Today I officially move into the 'middle aged' section of life.
You know what I'm doing to celebrate?
I'm going to the grocery store in the morning.
I'm going to lunch with a friend.
I'm taking the kids to the dentist--where Vicbowin will be getting four cavities filled.
(I completely scheduled it without realizing what I was doing.)
My mom always tells me that her thirties were the prime of her life. I've been clinging to that for a while now... hoping these yearly rituals might improve a little because seriously it's just ridiculous to have a list of reasons why you'd rather sleep through the anniversary of your birth.