about my birthdays *rant*
Last year i spent my birthday in the ER waiting room with my friend's two kids while she got stitched up. This year I'm at home taking care of my sick hunny. I had grand plans for both days that were both blown to bits. Is it a lesson to me to be less selfish? Do I spend too much time thinking about *me* on my birthday? I want to whine and pout and stomp my feet and yell at my husband for getting sick on purpose! I want to pitch a fit until he gives up the charade and feels all better... but whining, pouting, and stomping my feet didn't get me anything when I was little, so why would they get me anything now? On top of wanting to pitch a fit I am furious at myself for even thinking such a thing about my husband. I know that a) he can't and wouldn't get sick on purpose, and b) he loves me very much, plans to make it up to me, and would be very hurt if he knew I even thought such a thing.
*sigh* this whole being an adult thing is sure annoying sometimes. I'm gonna go look in on my hunny and try to think of a nice conforting dinner to feed my little sick hubby.
my hunny may not feel up to decorating my cake, but it's already frosted and I'll be darned if I don't eat cake on my b-day:D :D