Today I turned 30. And wasn’t too happy about it. This is what I wrote last night…
I’m so over birthdays. I’d be perfectly happy sitting at home all day, helping the girls bake a cake, and just taking some time to relax and reflect. I made some jalapeno poppers, and picked up hummus and a chocolate ganache torte at Trader Joe’s, so really, I’m good.
But no. Instead the hubs insists we go out for dinner. Alone. Which means I have to find a sitter through the babysitting co-op. A bit of a challenge with less than 24 hours notice.
And then the father-in-law finds out about this dinner (dear husband casually mentioned it) and is offended because we’re not including the rest of the family.
Then the sister-in-law finds out we’re in need of a sitter, and volunteers, even though I know she’s super stressed out about the mother-in-law’s health issues (just found out she’ll likely need a liver transplant) and renovations going on at home. This means that she’d have to watch the girls at our house.
So now I feel pressured to spend all day cleaning the house, because sister-in-law is going to spend several hours here hanging out with the girls, and the house is a !@#$%^& mess. She’s coming straight from work, so I also need to figure out dinner. I don’t really think she likes my cooking, so do I just order pizza? And throughout our meal, I know I’ll feel guilty for allowing her to watch the girls with everything she has going on! Gah!
Wait… who’s birthday is it again?
I decided to put my foot down and take back my day, and it turned out lovely. Just lovely.
It’s funny how things can change in just 12 short hours.