Today is my birthday. I woke up crying. I realized that I am a widow at the ripe old age of thirty. This birthday was something that I was not looking forward to . . for quite some time now. Now I know why. I’ve found out a few things I didn’t want to know today. I got a card from Benjamin and it said, “I love you, Mom. I miss Dad.” I can’t focus. I’m crying at the drop of a hat (and those are being dropped frequently as the kids go in and out playing in the snow in minus ten degree weather!). So, frankly, it’s been a lousy day. It’s your fault, Dan.
I was hoping that Dan would be able to take some of the older kids shopping and they could surprise me with a birthday present this year. Usually Dan and I just take some time to ourselves and go on a date, but I was hoping the kids would be able to get a bit more involved this year. Instead I have the kids a little bit more involved and Dan not involved at all. He’s slackin’ again.