Today is my birthday. I’m 46. Yay me! I’m sincere with that. I’ve loved my 40’s more than my 30’s and quite frankly even more than my 20’s.
Yesterday was a sucky day – can’t tell you exactly why, but it was sucky. When I got home I was in a mood and my boys, while probably not intentionally, pushed my mood into something even more severe. I swear I felt as if I was pmsing by the time I went to bed (and it’s not that time). I just wanted to kick everyone out including the dog and revel in my aloneness.
Instead I hurried my 18-year-old and his 5 five friends out of my house (they were just there to “hang” and eat the pizza they heard I was providing for my youngest son), gave my youngest son my blessing to play his Xbox until “whenever” and I went to bed. I was so grumpy I didn’t even let the dog sleep in my room. I didn’t want to hear him breath because I was sure that would piss me off.
I fell asleep around 9:30 and woke again at 11. Whatever cloud that had enveloped me had lifted and my first thought was of my dog. I got up and told him he could come in my room, which he did with his tail swinging happily. I checked on the boy, who was still playing Xbox, and then I went back to sleep.
I woke up at 5 to run. Before I left for my run I opened my son’s door and, yeah, he was still playing Xbox. He had not been to sleep. I said I was going for a run and his response was “Happy Birthday Mom!” That brightened my morning since yesterday I was pretty sure neither of my boys would actually remember my birthday, in fact, that probably contributed to my pissy mood. The youngest got a point for remembering, whether he remembered on his own or Facebook reminded him doesn’t matter, he still gets a point. The oldest will get a point if he manages to simply not call me and ask for money today. Forget about birthday wishes.
So off I went for my 3 mile run. Yay! I ran a route that was more like 4 miles but I walked a couple of times so that I didn’t run more than 3 miles. It was my third run since being released to do so and it was just as awesome as the first two.
Cool, crisp morning air that just makes you feel good – empty streets that just beg me to run down their middle. Heavenly. It was the perfect start to my magnificent birthday and when I returned home to find the kidlet still awake and playing his game I also found a bazillion (okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration) notifications for birthday wishes on Facebook.
Your birthday has got to be the best day of the year on Facebook. I don’t spend a lot of time on Facebook, but who doesn’t like to get wished a happy birthday by all 307 (or so it seems) friends. All the people I went to high school with eons ago. . . even the ones who didn’t like me, a guy I dumped 8 months ago who I met on Match, my closest girlfriends, all my running chicks, cousins, brothers, my sister. All wishing me the best of days. Sweet.
I got a couple of pretty great posts of birthday love on my wall – this was my favorite from The Forgotten Wife:
And then there was this, from Blue Eyes, that made me laugh out loud. Mainly because when I read it my smart phoned buzzed a consecutive 8 times in a row notifying me of more postings on my wall.
I slept in this morning, went for a run, took my time getting ready for work, came in an hour late to find four really nice cards sitting on my desk, AND meetings that had previously filled my day had been canceled. I talked to my mom, and heard from my favorite brother. Nice. Very nice.
I’ll walk the waterfront with Blue Eyes at lunch and possibly leave work a little early since this day only rolls around once a year. Not sure about the evening plans, but they will likely be low-key. Blue Eyes is taking me out tomorrow evening “for my birthday” to some live event that I am not aware of. He said I could likely figure it out if I did a little research, but I chose not to do that. I’d rather be surprised.
The last gift he gave me (the last of 6), this past Saturday, was another beautiful piece of jewelry. Here is a picture of it. Not sure the picture is clear enough, but it’s a sterling silver necklace with a 26.2 inside of a heart-like shape. Goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway, I love it. Just like everything else.
If you’re wondering, he bought it at Gone For a Run.
It’s a good day, one worthy of being front and center over my last post that I’m tired of looking at or thinking about.
While it may not be your birthday, I certainly hope you have a great day!!