I could have gone to the city for the day today. Or gone for a massage, or a facial, or a mani/pedi. A sitter could be watching the kids.
But when it came down to it, I couldn’t spend my birthday away from these two brats. I have no problem on other days, but today, I wanted to spend it with them. Not that they get it. In fact, when I told him it was my birthday today, Nik said, most emphatically, “NO! NO BIRTHDAY PLEASE!”
I tried again later to get him to sing me the song, and he again shouted, “NO!”
Once upon a time, I wanted lots of presents, had to have chocolate cake, the day had to be JUST SO. And woe to the person who got in the way…his or her head got chewed off.
As I write this, I am realizing that all my expectations for having the perfect birthday actually ended up making me quite miserable when the day didn’t live up to my expectations. Hmmm. High expectations = miserable me.
I have no expectations for today, except that I be with my two little kiddos, right in the middle of their ever-present joy in being alive.