The birthday grinch...

That's me... I'm the birthday grinch. I HATE my birthday (not other people's, I love other peoples birthdays), my birthday is the single most disappointing day of the year. Why I hear you ask? The truth of the matter is I expect too much. Not expect as in a massive load of pressies/attention etc just that I expect my birthday to be just a little bit about me and it never is. I also kind of expect a little bit of thought and effort to go into gift giving because I put a huge amount of thought and effort into gift giving (which is why I love other people's birthdays so much) but its never reciprocated. I would just prefer it if people completely forgot my birthday and simply left me alone for 24 hours.

Today has already been a horrible day (and its only 11am, still 10 hours worth of torture left), firstly I get woken up early after a dreadful nights sleep, why oh why cant he just leave for the day without waking me up, all it does is make me cranky and irritable. The kids then proceed to drive me insane while we get ready for school - no one wants breakfast, S drags his feet, C is following me around screaming at the drop of a hat. All in all a pretty shitty morning... but it gets better (well worse actually). We get to school and I've left the library books at home which means that S wont be able to borrow unless I get them. Plus in the chaos this morning I forgot S tablet. So home we go, pick up library books and tablet and back to school.

Now I know that by the time everyone is home I'm going to be expected to be chirpy and happy and all the rest of it but it reality I just want to curl up in a ball and cry like a baby. Its my party, I can cry if I want to. I just want to be left alone... completely alone.

I really, really hate my birthday.