41
Happy birthday to me. Here it is, it is here. 41. Feeling like about 50 today with a migraine and a somewhat flow of what I guess is my period. Now fighting this thing all day - husband left me with no creamer and saying go grab you a coffee - not part of the routine asshole, but why not? I will have time if I make this quick. It is a beautiful day. Probably the first of any birthday's here in this shit ass state of Ny. So, that alone has me in a good mood.
My kiddo danced with me in the kitchen in a hug singing happy birthday to me. That will be the highlight of the whole fucking day. My daughter acknowledged me and sent 20 bucks so if I do not get my free lunch - I will treat myself. Not a bad start given the circumstances. I will stay hyped on Alieve if needed to keep it at bay.
I already warned my husband that I am not staying at the concert all night. I still would if I had a choice - not go. But I will go and enjoy the time with my hubby as we get so very little of it just us two. Trying to think of something romantic for us on Valentines day so I can romance him and yep the only thing is - what to do with the kiddo? Might see if Papa can take him next weekend. Yep.
So this has to be quick so I can be on my way for the day. Half dressed, stressed and just thankful I made it to 41.
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