You are all way too sweet! I have so appreciated reading all your lovely birthday wishes. Thank you so much.
My birthday was totally strange. It was a wonderful day spent with my family, and I was excited to have my special day and my new age. But I spent the entire day in tears. Just random, weird, tears.
My little Monkey boy was so excited for it to be my birthday, he spent the entire day whining to me that he needed some help to make my cake. I kept telling him to talk to his brothers since they wanted to do it with him. They didn't find time til about 7pm. Poor Monkey. Poor Mommy's brain from the constant whining. By the time it was iced, we didn't even cut into it, we were all exhausted and in our beds!
My Girly was also kind of whiny, but I tried to enjoy my quiet time with them and trying to keep the preschoolers from each other's throats.
Thankfully it was warm out, so they all spent time outside.
Dh is working 12 hour nights, no days off, so he slept through the whole day til about 3:30pm. I think a big part of my sadness was missing him. Wanting to share my day as well as the child rearing responsibilities with my husband. I find night shift even more difficult than working out of town. He is right in the house with us all day, but he can't participate in our day. And then he is gone during he difficult hours of dinner and bed. I am so thankful that he is in town though, and I can go sneak a cuddle with him for a few minutes during the day. Until the kids find me. Poor Daddy!
For dinner we did make it to the park. It was over 20 degrees Celcius, (70 F), gorgeous and sunny. We picked up all the requisite picnic items and cooked our meal over the open fire. It was a perfect way to begin spring. And exactly what I wanted to do for my birthday. The kids ran around in the woods, getting good and muddy and picking up thistles in their hair. The boys had a snowball fight with their Dad who was wearing shorts, unfortunately. They had found a big patch of unmelted snow.
We even got to have our s'mores! I realized that as an adult, 1 s'more is more than enough. Holy sugar batman!
Dh went into work late, so he could put the kids to bed for me. (it had nothing to do with me crumpling into a sobbing heap the minute we got back in the door. Life seems a bit overwhelming at times!) I so appreciated it, but I couldn't stop crying long enough to say a cheery good bye to him. I feel awful because every time he called, all night, I ended up in tears. Poor guy, I think he felt pretty awful that he couldn't help me feel better.
I honestly had a wonderful day, I loved every moment with my family, I really don't know why I was weepy. I just was. And by the next day I was fine again. I am all good now. I got up on Sunday, taught Sunday School on my own, smiling and laughing with the kids. Brent's family took me out for lunch and I chattered and laughed with them, even though Brent was home sleeping. Terrific birthday weekend.
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