Yes, it’s more of a whine, than a bitch but shut-up. When I was prego with my youngest my doctor gave me the choice of being induced on the 3rd or the 4th. The 4th being my bday I asked if we could do the 5th so I wasn’t in the hospital on my bday like the 2 generations before me having their youngest child! WAHHH, never before this year have I felt the loss of my birthday. I’ve always had pretty crappy birthdays, so I don’t hold a lot of stock in them. But this year in order for him to have his slumber party they need to be here on my bday. There’s no question of that and I’m ok with it, but I still need to whine about it.
I think I’m also pmsing, so that’s not helping me cope with it. Next weekend we will have my parents (the best in the world) watch the kids so we can go snowboarding together on the big runs. I really, really selfishly wanted to move son’s bday party and go on my birthday. But, I will play the martyr like always and do what is right for the kids. God knows I don’t want them ever to think their bdays aren’t special, like I do!
I can turn this into a bitch real quick though. Here goes: My parents forgot my 16th birthday. I’d assume by now that this is a figment of my imagination, but I’ve had the same best friend since I was 8. lol And they didn’t even have a good excuse like on 16 Candles of a wedding or something. I was just forgotten. K, now I feel better. I would much rather bitch than whine!!! See, top that birthday crap. I have more if you can take them. roflmao
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