Happy Birthday To Me!So yeah, it's my birthday...... It started off, as I'm sure many of you can imagine, incredibly disappointingly. Multiple sarcastic remarks (meant to be "funny," of course) from husband, no help with the kids or breakfast or anything crazy like that, certainly no sex.
I'm working on completely disregarding him and his actions/inactions. So instead of brooding, the kids and I went to story-time at the library, talked to some "library friends" (those weird relationships where I know everything about them, know their kids names, but have failed to catch THEIR actual names, instead there's just "River's dad" and "Cici's mom," etc.), and had a great time. Then we had lunch downtown, got a fancy cupcake (which I am hiding until nap time). Got home to find my mom sent me flowers (awwwww) and cash (yay!).
I had expected to feel... rather mortal today. I've reached the 30 milestone. All that "I'm halfway done" feeling, or more likely, given my family history one-third-way done. Instead, though, I'm feeling pretty great. All in all, the first third of my life has been good, parts a learning experience for sure, but I have no regrets. I absolutely intend to make the next two thirds even happier and fuller. And hell, 30's nothing these days. Most people I know are still screwing around at 30, "figuring themselves out." I've got a marriage and two kids under my belt. Hopefully a divorce, as well, before the next year is up. I know what I want out of life. And, honestly, most of it I already have. I just need to slash out the negative forces and regain some freedom.