On Wednesday I’ll be celebrating the anniversary of my 28th birthday. For many people it is difficult dealing with the “0” birthdays (30, 40, 50, etc.). Not me. I really struggled with my 28th birthday. In my life plan I was going to get married at 28. Isn’t it funny how the best laid plans exist only to fall apart? By the time I turned 28, I had been married for six and a half years to a farm boy and preparing for the arrival of our third child. For a girl that didn’t want children, wanted to marry a big-city guy, and had a very different perspective of where life would take her, turning 28 was far more difficult than 30. Thus, I’ve made the executive decision to never celebrate another birthday. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret my decisions. I really do love my chaotic life. Really. I do. Seriously.
Many of you will remember last year when Jack’s work took him on the road for my birthday. The day before he was to leave (a day formerly known as HIS birthday) he called me up and was all, “Since we’re not leaving until this afternoon and I’m going to be out of town for your birthday, why don’t I stop by your office and take you out for dinner?” How thoughtful. Right? WRONG! While we were sitting in the restaurant his cell phone vibrated and he answered it RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SENTENCE! I couldn’t even believe it. No “Hold on, I need to get this.” No “Do you mind if I answer this.” Just “Hello, this is Jack.” I just stared at him. He didn’t notice. He got off the phone and looked at me as if he didn’t even realize I was talking. No “I’m sorry. What were you saying?” No “Have I told you how much I love you.” Nothing. He just started shoveling his Shrimp & Vegetables into his mouth – while I stared in disbelief. THIS my friends, is why Jack Cronin is no longer entitled to a birthday.
Please disregard his screaming in the background. Regardless what he says, “I can. It’s my birthday!” is NOT an excuse to be rude to your wife and then ABANDON her on her birthday!
Tonight the girls are making the preparations for my birthday eve celebration by making a cake. That’s right – cake for me to cram in my cakehole! I can hardly wait to see what the festivities will be like on the ACTUAL anniversary of my 28th birthday. Too bad Jackson scheduled ANOTHER work trip on the 17th of February. It’s almost like he doesn’t want to be around me on MY DAY! Hmm, peculiar. Whatever, at least I get the whole bed to myself!
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