Birthday Blues

The night before we left Barbados, my wonderful Mum surprised me with a little birthday celebration. She invited my brother’s family over for dinner and made my favourite “Quesio” (flan-type cake) for me. She had taken my boys shopping too, so I got lots of wonderful presents that night as well.

Birthdays were always a big deal growing up in my house. You were always made to feel very special on your birthday. And this year, even though I’m turning 35, was no different. Thanks Mum!

Cut scene – to the house my husband grew up in. Apparently birthdays were not such a big deal there. Any guesses what this leads to????

Me being disappointed every single year for the rest of my life on my birthday.

Some part of my brain thinks, “Well, stop having such high expectations woman!”. But the other part says, “Hell – NO!”.

Part of me gets that it doesn’t occur to him to make a big deal, because that’s not what he knows. But after 10 *bad-word* years of being married to him, one might think he would have gotten the hint!

Happy Birthday to Me.