Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me……..and all that jazz! Today was my 49th birthday. Yes, folks, I am one away from the BIG one. Having a bit of a mid-life crisis among other things. I think I must have been traumatized at a birthday at some point in my childhood. Because I am not a particularly happy person on the big day. Honestly don’t know why but it’s the truth. Some years are better than others. Not sure why but I do know this one was a roller coaster.
Our birthday tradition is to have Krispy Kreme donuts for birthday breakfast. Today, no donuts. The problem, a sick husband. Tim has been sick for six weeks, running a fever for the last three weeks. Been on two antibiotics and has now seen a doctor four times. Two chest x-rays, no pneumonia. So why in the world is he so sick? Spent a couple of hours with him at the doctor today. Running a bunch of blood work tomorrow and hoping there are some answers coming soon. I just want my husband back. He feels awful, looks awful and I don’t know how to help.
Back to birthday. I kept my great niece Emma in the morning and that was a treat. I have forgotten how much work two-year-olds are! My house is not childproof and she was busy, busy. I do miss having a little one curl up in my lap and feeling that precious baby hair. However, I do like the flexibility of sending my kids to their rooms for quiet time and knowing the house will still be standing when life resumes!
Considering M made his own birthday miserable for me I was afraid today would be a disaster, but it wasn’t too bad. Pretty much normal stuff. I told him all I wanted for my birthday was for him to have a good day. Overall, not too bad.
Today consisted of some babysitting, a walk, a little school, catnap in my rocking chair, doctor’s visit, dinner, grocery shopping, special dessert made by S and time with the family. Nothing earth shattering. Just a normal day. The way it should be.