the birthday blues

It's my birthay, sigh. sniff, sniff. sniff.

Thank goodness for technology. All my facebook friends are remembering my bday. And I got a call from my friend who I hear from about once a year now, and my mom and my aunt, but other than that this birthday is a pretty non -event. Where are the balloons, champagne, and all that stuff. I was feeling pretty depressed about this bday coming all year long, and now I'm even more depressed. I guess I am at an age where I shouldn't care about birthdays, but I have had my hand at planning quite a few 30th, and 40th bdays and showers and the like in my time and was sure hoping for more than this. I guess I could have put together my own celebration, but it was just too depressing to think about. I even put a post on facebook looking for someone who wanted to go out to lunch with me today, but no takers. Instead I stayed home vaccuming, windexing and straightening up. It's beautiful weather outside, but I don't seem to have the gumption to get off my pity party and go enjoy it.

About an hour ago, my middle son asked if it was my birthday today. I said yes, he said ok. Maybe there is hope for the rest of the day, but knowing my husband as I do, I doubt it.

Maybe I will just go to the mall and splurge on myself. Shopping therapy as I call it.

Michele

PS - after just about being done with my post, my sweet boy Ryan comes into the den with a handmade card for my bday from him and Stephen. He is a very thoughtful little guy.