Yet another birthday has come and gone.
Yesterday was the day I turned 31. It started out wonderful. My hubby and my girls woke me up after sleeping in ... sort of. It was 7:30!
Big J gave me a birthday card she made herself. It was so beautiful. Little J pulled my hair, but I'm sure she meant to say "Happy Birthday Mama."
My sister, who I've shared my birthday with for 31 years, came out from Staten Island. I'm so glad she was here for the day. I miss her so much.
Then the fun began, and I mean that sarcastically. I got my family dressed and headed over to the portrait studio where I work. Yesterday was the only day everyone was free to take a picture for my mother and father-in-law. All 11 grandkids! They range in age from 19 to 7 months. It wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend my special day, but what are you gonna do?
After that, they all came back to my house for pizza and cake. While it's nice to have everyone here, my house is small and it's always kind of frustrating to host a party. Plus, the kids completely destroy the place. I should have taken pictures. Oy!
After everyone was gone, we cleaned up the place. It was then that my 4 year-old decided to turn into super-whiny-devil-child. All I wanted was some peace and quiet and all she wanted was to push my buttons. Our night ended with tears, hers and mine.
Once the kids were in bed, hubby and I sat down to watch a horrible movie and that was it. THAT WAS IT! I was so bummed. I was hoping for a little more excitement. Instead I felt so depressed. Not because of my age, but because of the way I felt.
Even surrounded by all those people, I still felt lonely. Can someone please explain that to me.