So y'all must be wondering why the hormones are running amuck. And let me explain -just so everyone isn't showing up at my doorstep swaying with lit candle lighters to the tune of my sad, sad song I have playing...
My birthday is coming up. I love my birthday. Because for years and years and years (o.k., I'm not that old) but you get where I'm going... anyway, for years my parents ALWAYS come up for my birthday. A-L-W-A-Y-S. I look forward to it. And they can't make it this year because my mom is having surgery on her eyes the day after my birthday. And here I go again getting all selfish and making things about me.
So, if they can't come here. I want to go home. *tear drop*
and that's all I've got to explain my boo-hoo, I suck, weapy, dark and dreary posts of late.
sigh.
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I know the feeling - only it was our first wedding anniversary and Mike had to be on a rig out in the boonies of Brazoria County. Now you have to understand that we lived in Bay City, which I'm sure is very nice if you GREW UP THERE! But I didn't - I was from the BIG city Lubbock (20,000 vs. 240,000 population - so small the closest DAIRY QUEEN was 20 minutes away!) We had BIG plans to go into Houston and do fun Big City things (like eat at restaurants that hired servers without two first names...) Then he calls me to let me know he has to leave the day before our anniversary and won't be back for a couple of days.
I had a big cry that permanently stained the bedspread with my mascara running. I was pregnant with Jennifer, lived 600 miles from my folks in Lubbock, was 20 years old and had lived in Lubbock until 3 months prior to this breakdown that afternoon.
wait. what. your 1st wedding anniversary??
and once again, here I sit boo-hooing when I'm obviously not in the worst situation possible.
Oh Cheri, I wanna give you a big ol internet hug and then,
you shake me! shake me and tell me that I've got it good and I need to count all my blessings!
and then tell me it's all right, cause I still need that motherly affirmation.
My birthday is also rapidly approaching....and my husband is going to Florida for the weekend.
And I have to attend my school's graduation on my birthday. And I think I'll have to miss the annual dinner us "cool" teachers attend before graduation so that I can pick up Tommy - get him home - meet the babysitter - and then drive up to the spot where graduation is in traffic. Its going to be G.R.E.A.T.
And my mother may come for a visit...which isn't always good.
How's that for a birthday pity-party?
First of all~~That is so COOL that you have music playing on your blog. I'm going to have to steal that.
More importantly~~I'm sure we all understand how you are feeling. I'm so sorry that your parents won't be able to visit on your birthday. I hope your husband makes your day extra special to make up for it.
Remember when birthdays were all about presents and cake and YOU??? And everything was absolutely perfect? I miss those days too...
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