Bah Humbug or Happy Birthday To Me

So, its my birthday. When I was younger I used to love my birthdays but today, for the second y year in a row, my husband has had somewhere he has to be out of town on my birthday. So, with the exception of my sister-in-law who sent flowers yesterday (and they were beautiful), no one has remembered my birthday today in my house.

Granted, it is early in the morning.

But my Bah-Humbugness began quite early today at around 1:45 AM when my second son, who was sleeping on the 3rd floor with my mother-in-law, came downstairs screaming at the top of his lungs. I'm not exactly sure about what. He wasn't really awake. So, I brought him back upstairs, retucked him in, comforted him, got yelled at by my mother in law who didn't know what was happening, and then came back downstairs. I finally fell back asleep about two hours later. Then he woke up again, this time calling out for his Daddy.

So, of course the almost two year old came into my room crying at around 6 AM. I had to send him back to his room until he stopped crying. Here we have sat together. The kids don't seem to have remembered my birthday. (I don't expect them to at 6, 4 and almost 2.) My mother in law doesn't seem to have remembered. My husband is in a time difference and I won't hear from him for hours. My parents will remember but I may not speak to them for hours. They are taking me to dinner tonight. Right now, however, as I am so exhausted I can't see straight its hard for me to imagine that there will be a dinner time today.

I really don't care that much about my birthday anymore. I used to. A lot. I always made a fuss over birthdays (and still do for my kids) because it was a chance to show the people we love how much we love them. But I guess Mommies don't get birthdays in my house today.

Thank you for the Facebook messages. They were nice to wake up to. They really did make me smile.

Bah. Humbug. GRRR. I'm wondering if there is any way I can get a nap.