#29

February 10, 2012 at 8:29 am | Posted in Family, Home, Life, Thankful things | 1 Comment
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My birthday was Monday, and although I usually look forward to it, this year I found myself mentally skipping ahead to March, to a certain baby’s big 0-1.  2012 did not begin well.  January was full of bad, bad news, and it was terribly depressing, and I don’t think even exaggerating to say soul-crushing, to see all these things keep happening, and not to be able to do anything about them.  As January dragged on, I just kept thinking, ‘We just have to get through this month, and then nothing bad will happen in February.’ As if the universes’s quota for misfortune would have already been met.  As if the universe has a quota for misfortune.

Anyway, all that to say, I wasn’t feeling my chipper-est when February finally rolled around.  I didn’t find myself counting the days till the day.  My gift this year was tickets to see Wicked, and in the end, we did make it, and I didn’t even check my phone obsessively throughout the show, waiting on edge for a text from the babysitter that omg! the sky is falling!.  I only did that on the drive to the theater.

And then Monday, the big day, we woke up and W suggested we go out for breakfast (because, if you’ve read this blog, you know I love pancakes!).  When he gave the waitress the debit card, she brought it back, and apologized because it wouldn’t go through.  At home, W checked the bank statement, and sure enough, someone had a spree at a Colorado Wal-Mart with his account number.  See?  There is no quota!  LC’s nap was spent faxing the bank so that we could get our money back.

29th birthday

I asked for a picture of me and my bébé on my birthday. At least it's a cute one of her!

And then I broke 9 eggs baking my cake, and the cakes stuck to the pan and broke, and I didn’t have enough frosting to completely frost the sides, and wah, wah, wah.

It wasn’t my best birthday for sure, but honestly, I know that it could’ve been worse.  And that I have so much to be thankful for.  And maybe it’s just that once you have kids you care more about their birthday than your own (I don’t know, I wouldn’t have expected that to be true of me).

Either way, I hope that my 29th year starts improving dramatically, or I’m going to be wishing for 30 to hurry up and get here, and who does that?

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  1. That is a BEAUTIFUL photo of you and your girl. And happy (much belated) birthday! I love what you wrote about wishing that the universe has a quota for misfortune – what an apt way to put it. And I hope, fervently, that your quota has been met for MANY YEARS.


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