Happy Birthday to me!
Conversation on Wednesday evening:
Me: Who's birthday is tomorrow?
C-Man: Mine?
Me: No. Mommy's.
C-Man: Aaaw, I want it to be my birthday.
Me: You're birthday is coming up, but my birthday is first. It's okay, cause Mommy's birthday is not as exciting as yours. Mommy doesn't get lots of presents like you do.
C-Man: Why not?
Me: Because when you get old, it's not as important.
C-Man: Mommy?
Me: Yes?
C-Man: When I get old, I'm gonna buy you lots of presents, okay?
Me: Okay.
This morning when he woke up he sang Happy Birthday to me. It was the best present ever.
I used my day wisely. I spent part of it at work, part of it visiting friends, and part of it with family. It was very tiring, but very satisfying.
I think I'll go pass out now...
My mood: tired, itchy, feeling not a second older than I was the day before