In less than a month, I will turn 30. Ugh!
I’m not saying “Ugh” about my age. Nerp. I’m saying “Ugh” about the other part of turning 30.
What’s the other part? Oh, well, that’s an easy answer that may not be so easy to answer. lol
Where to start? Well, last year I talked about how badly I wanted a birthday party…a REAL birthday party to celebrate leaving my 20-somethings behind. I haven’t had a birthday party since I turned 16 and…if you were there…you may remember how, um, eventful it was. (please don’t ask. I may be disowned if I disclose the events of that party here. And NO, it’s not a story about ME.)
So…since my 16th birthday, I’ve called together “girl’s night out” events to get people together AND (as you can imagine) I’ve shared my birthday over and over and over again with the family Christmas party. I LOVE Christmas parties but having to hit the Pause button so I can blow out the candles…with another family member… is not quite as special as having your own party. Am I right?
Hmm…maybe I’m sounding really selfish right now. I hope not. Birthdays are a big deal to me. I LOVE celebrating and getting gifts. Not to mention, I LOVE cake. (Cheesecake is my favorite if you’re curious. *wink wink*)
So, anywho, I found out in March that I was expecting a baby and I knew right then that birthday party plans would be squashed since I would have a 2 month old baby to care for. I put it on the back burner and didn’t think about it again until recently. Now that I’ve had a chance to really think about it, I’m grateful for my daughter (of course) but I’m sad that I’ll be staying in for my birthday and having another combo party.
Maybe next year??
Well, there you have it. My explanation for why I’m saying “Thirty, Shmirty” this year and hoping to at least be able to rent a chick flick and have a cheesecake to myself to begin a new chapter in life.
I hope I didn’t depress anyone. lol
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