You really would have no idea considering I’ve spent much of the day wiping snotty noses and working from home. It’s just like a typical day.
Instead of celebrating with a cake, I’m sharing animal crackers with the youngest while we sit on the back patio.
The house is a mess and the dishes have piled up. You can no longer actually see the sink they are in.
There are no balloons, instead there’s a 2 year old tickling my feet asking, “Where’s socks?”
There is a blueberry & lemonade Smirnoff, but I haven’t opened it yet. I’m too busy wiping those noses and zoning out to Spongebob.
It’s funny how when you are a kid, your birthday is this fun day of celebration. Everyone at school is excited and telling you “Happy birthday!”, you might even take in cupcakes or cookies. Then there’s your birthday dinner, and cake, and maybe a party or a sleepover.
But when you are old, and specifically a mom, you can no longer distinguish your birthday from any normal day. There are still noses to wipe, dishes to scrub, and laundry to fold. There are hours to log on work projects, and blog posts to write and photos to upload. There are alcoholic beverages you have desired all daylong, but still haven’t opened because you’re too busy thinking. It’s almost like the “no sick days for moms” thing, it’s like moms don’t get birthdays.
So you know what? It may not be my birthday this weekend, but I’m buying a cake. Or cupcakes. Maybe some princess ones. Because damnit, I deserve it.