Well, the dreaded 40th birthday is quickly approaching. Not sure why I struggle with this one so much. Possibly because I can remember my parents at 40, so it really makes me feel old. LOL! But, to make matters worse, I’m not going to get to spend my 40th birthday lounging in my PJ’s, drinking margaritas. Oh no, I have to work that weekend. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! There is no hope for this birthday! Our office move is happening that weekend. How unfair is that? Now I have to pretend to be happy about turning 40. So help me, I will go postal if anyone hangs a “Lordy Lordy Look Who’s 40” sign anywhere in my line of vision.
But, maybe this isn’t necessarily bad. If I’m working, then I don’t have to think about my birthday at all. I can pretend it’s not happening. I can just keep busy the entire weekend, and come Monday, the birthday nonsense will be over. Hmmm, it just may be the perfect excuse not to have to participate in any birthday crap! Want to go out for dinner? Nope, I’ve got to work. Beautiful!
I’ve hated birthdays (my birthday) for as long as I can remember. I’ve always found them rather disappointing and embarrassing. I think this is why I go overboard with Zoë’s birthdays. I buy too many things, put tons of time and effort into the perfect party. I just don’t want her to EVER feel disappointed or unhappy on her birthday. No child should ever feel that. Birthdays are supposed to be magical and special.
But, for me, I’d rather keep my birthday low key. Let’s just get the damn day over with. So, I’m going to look at working that weekend as a positive. I’ll focus all my energy on the office move and “poof” next thing you know, that birthday will be in the past.
Here’s hoping the weekend goes by quickly.