My birthday was a few weeks ago. I’m always torn on my birthday. The natural planner in me wants to plan a party, but the weirdo in me wants to sleep in the bottom of a dark closet until the day has passed so that I don’t have to think about my lack of accomplishments in life. Mostly, I try not to make a big deal about it and focus on cake and ice cream.
Ben and his friend wanted to coordinate a weekend to take all the kids on vacation somewhere. This year, my birthday fell on the one weekend where both sets of adults would have both sets of kids and had no other obligations. We went to Houston to visit the Space Center and the Downtown Aquarium. It was fun, but very exhausting because of the heat. Half of the aquarium is outside. So, I spent most of the trip to the aquarium in the darkest, quietest (read: not really dark or quiet at all) corners, waiting for migraine pills to work. Between walking from the parking lot, waiting in line for tickets, and waiting in line for the kids to ride outdoor rides, the heat got the better of me and I had to be the party pooper. Nobody else got sick, though, so that was good.
While in Houston, Olga texted me. Her mom was visiting her in New York.
The folks at work waited for the week after my birthday to throw a little birthday shindig for me. After seeing this prime Nailed It example, Carla made an Ariel cake for me that actually nailed it.
All in all, it was a pretty good birthday and I appreciated all of the efforts that everyone made to make me feel special.