February birthdays…nothin like ’em.
It’s cold, dark, looks like this outside:
And everybody is sick 😷 so forget actual celebration.
The kids came in and sang “Happy Birthday” this morning, which was fairly adorable.
But this mama is feeling every bit of 29…more like 59. My body is tired and sore, my joints are stiff and creaky, my hair is gr–…owing platinum… And it seems more and more like it takes more than one cup of coffee to get through the day…and we’re out of coffee…
Here is a look back over some of my more notable birthdays- in no particular chronological order, just order of memorability.
I remember my 17th birthday, 2008– my mom and I spent the wee hours of the early morning, also her birthday– mopping and squeegy-ing water out of our basement. We had gotten so much ice and snow that when it melted, the water flooded the unsealed concrete block of the basement in the house my Great Grampa Jackie built… It was…memorable.
The year before, I went to get my driver’s license and the DMV told me my social security number didn’t exist… So that was a bummer. False, but kept me from getting my driver’s license on my birthday.
My 18th birthday, I had known my husband for almost a year. He bought me a sweater dress, which I still own! And we celebrated with some kind of dinner out after I had finished a regional concert with Heartland Honors band… Or choir… I don’t remember if that was the year I sang with the choir or played sax, but it was interesting either way. My family didn’t celebrate with me that year, and there was a lot of tension between us all.
My mom gave birth to me on her 23rd birthday. On my 23rd Birthday, I was dealing with infertility. I had a doctor’s appointment. I spent 20 minutes explaining to my doctor what my problem was and that the gut imbalance and candida overgrowth was causing chronic infection. She proceeded to treat me for an STD– which I did not have– and then I had to go home and tell my husband how the appointment went… And he didn’t speak to me for 3 days until the test came back negative. Worst. Birthday. Ever.
So Rather than give me the referral for genetic testing I asked for, this quack woman shot me full of broad spectrum antibiotics and essentially implied my husband was cheating on me (he wasn’t…) #worstdoctorever #worstbirthdayever #whyIhatewesternmed
In 2011, the Superbowl landed on my birthday while my husband was at boot camp in San Diego, and I remember watching it with my newly reconciled two best friends in this whole entire world which I had almost alienated through selfishness and sharing an apartment. Note to all you young people– love your best friends. Stay over at their place, crash on the couch, stay up until 3am playing video games, but don’t ever sign a lease agreement with them, it’s just a recipe for disaster.– love them, but don’t live with them. What’s more, my husband had planned my birthday (and anniversary) gift before he left to be a surprise for me while he was gone, which was just… Gosh, that man is special.😍
In 2012, my husband was supposed to be on a boat doing some kind of amphibious assault training. He surprised me by coming home early without calling. It was terrifying and If my new friends hadn’t been at the house having cake with me, I likely would’ve answered the door with my 9mm pointing at him. That actually did happen at a later point, but the lesson there was, If you’re coming home from training exercises early, call first so I don’t presume you’re an intruder.
In 2013 my husband was deployed on a non-combat deployment to Okinawa, and the Philippines. He STILL managed to send me a birthday gift that arrived right on time. #perfecthusband
In 2016, my husband made me steak for dinner after I had been at a yoga teacher training all day. I’m pretty sure that night my daughter was conceived. She was born in November that year, election day to be precise. We welcomed our daughter into the world the same day we welcomed President Trump into office. Take that with a grain of salt for what it’s worth.
In 2018, I was super pregnant with my 3rd child. He was born 4 days later. Thanks, Hank, for not forcing me to labor on my birthday- hospital food is bleh.
2019, the kids and I went to TCBY for froyo! Incidentally, it was national free frozen yogurt day. Huzzah!
And then there’s today. Cold, rainy, bleh. I don’t feel like being awake after a sleepless night nursing a baby and worrying over my older daughter who threw up around 2am… Thanks to my husband for manning that situation, I was feeding the baby. I don’t feel up to the task of mom-ing today. It’s been extra whiney and obnoxious around here this morning.
Not the best birthday ever, but certainly not the worst.