Today is my birthday and like most of my birthdays since my daughter was born, I don't feel like mine is that big of a deal. Her birthday was 2 days ago. I am so busy making it a great week for her that I'm birthdayed out when it is my turn.
I started planning her party a few weeks ago. She wants to have some friends over to eat dinner and watch a movie. She chose the Book of Life, so we have a Mexican theme. I created an invitation and emailed it out. We'll be making enchiladas. I still need to make decorations and get stuff for the party. I bought a few gifts for her last Saturday.
On Monday, her birthday, I picked up donuts for her class. For lunch, she requested Carrabbas. I ordered that online and took it to the school to eat with her. That night, I made lasagna and steamed carrots for dinner. My son took the picture below that evening. We had a good time. Now, I am preparing for her party this Friday. I enjoy all the excitement for her, but I have very little left over to devote to my own birthday.
As a single mom, it is easy for mine to get swept under the rug. My kids wanted to buy presents for me, but that would mean I would have to take them shopping and give them money. I can't really afford to do that. They make me sweet little cards and notes instead.
Don't feel sad for me. I am also overwhelmed by the heart-felt messages on Facebook. I love all of that positive energy. Quite a few friends called and stopped by with gifts. My work even sent cupcakes. One dear friend gave my kids each a dollar to go to bed early. They actually were down by 6:30 and asleep by 7pm. --Best gift EVER!

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