Reflections and an Observation
In less then 12 hours I will 39 years old. I feel it. I feel it every which way and how. My body is all ew and stuff. My brain has gone to mush and my soul is not my own.
This birthday will be no different from the last 10 years exceppt that I am again working on it instead of being home with the covers over my head. But I've planned my own birthday dinner and because of our money situation I am paying for it as well. The last time my husband took the initiative to plan something for my birthday was my 35th. And only because I made noise and Dawn called him. He never remembers that it's the little things that make the biggest impression.
For once I would like to be Molly Ringwold from 16 Candles. I want someone to surprise me with a cake and make it magical. No, I don't have to sit on the dining room table. But I'd love to have someone think enough about me to make a gesture.
And there it is, the first sob of the beginning of the dreaded 39th year.
This birthday will be no different from the last 10 years exceppt that I am again working on it instead of being home with the covers over my head. But I've planned my own birthday dinner and because of our money situation I am paying for it as well. The last time my husband took the initiative to plan something for my birthday was my 35th. And only because I made noise and Dawn called him. He never remembers that it's the little things that make the biggest impression.
For once I would like to be Molly Ringwold from 16 Candles. I want someone to surprise me with a cake and make it magical. No, I don't have to sit on the dining room table. But I'd love to have someone think enough about me to make a gesture.
And there it is, the first sob of the beginning of the dreaded 39th year.