Coming out of hiding.

I beat the restaurant curse. I finally outran the little old man who kept chanting, "No restaurant for YOUUUUUU."

A friend invited me to lunch on Wednesday. It was a gorgeous day. It was good food. It was great company. It was the beginning of me feeling much better.

We went out on Friday to my restaurant of choice. The food was just eh (although healthy) and I'm still annoyed that no planning went into it on dh's part (I suggested it and it wasn't anything fancy). But, hey, I'm in that "moving right along" frame of mind.

I was supposed to see the sister yesterday, but she bailed. Then we were going to see her today for my niece's party, but that didn't happen. We're supposed to go over there on Tuesday for said birthday party. I'll keep ya posted on that. Is anyone in a betting mood?

I FINALLY got a bunch of purging done for my whole simplifying thing. There's a local consignment sale and I dropped a bunch of clothes off there. Dh even put together one of the old cribs to sell at the sale. It was originally a $500 crib, so I'm hoping to make some money off that. I'm really just hoping to get some of this crap out of here. I gave some clothes away and have still others in bags ready to give away (whenever I FINALLY get to see my sister). We have plans to pair down a bunch of the furniture in this place. I just need to wait until the consignment sales are all over (there will be one more at the end of the month). Then we'll be going room-by-room. We already know we're starting with the sitting room. I can't wait to have that room purged so it's not so cluttered. I love that room, but since it's the catch all for all of our clutter (and it's the first room you walk into when you enter), it makes me ill. I'm so excited to finally get it all straightened out.

It's Purim. Yay. I love Purim. It's my favorite holiday. Lots of fun. Lots of great food. There are supposed to be lots of great drinks (we're actually supposed to get drunk), but I didn't imbibe this year. We went to the party yesterday and the kids had another one today at Sunday school. They picked their own costumes and looked very cute. I made a Superman one for TheBoy and am quite proud how it turned out. All the costumes came from existing play clothes and/or regular clothes. We're oh so creative! :-)

And now my dinner is calling, so I must bid you all fare well for the time being.

Silver lining

When The Boy woke up from his nap (2 hours early), I brought him into bed with me. He only stopped screaming when the sisters came in. So they went, grabbed a toy for him and played with him to keep him quiet. When he, further investigating this new fangled technology we like to call "Gravity," kept throwing the toy, his sisters happily played fetch with him.

I've never been close with one of my sisters (emotionally or physically). She was 17 when I was born and didn't have much room for a baby sister. We plan on moving out her way in about 2 years. She sent me a card today. It reads,

I wish you where here, so that we could have done something together on your birthday. But I know that it will be soon that we are together and we can spend many more birthdays together. Have a great day.
Love Your Big Sis,

That made me smile. She's not one for sharing emotions or getting sappy, so that really meant a lot to me.

Dh went out and got me Starbucks. Granted, I forgot to ask for the decaf variety and I didn't get it until 8:30 at night, so chances are I'll be up all night, but hey, Girl2 is still throwing up, so I suppose that could be useful.

I vote to move my birthday. A friend thought it was the 28th. Maybe I should celebrate it then instead. Although, when shit like this happened a few years ago and I tried the same thing, I just wound up being disappointed twice because nothing happened on the Unbirthday day either. :::sigh:::

And the hits just keep on comin'.

Girl2 is throwing up. There will be no going out for my birthday. There will, however, be lots and lots of cleaning up, rubbing backs and filling the tub for her.

The little old man no longer smacks my hand. He now chases me with a cattle prod yelling, "No restaurant for YOUUUUUUU."

The rest of the day absolutely sucked. Dh has yet to wish me a, "Happy birthday." None of my friends have called. No one on my board made any mention of the day. That includes one board where mine is the first birthday they've missed. They even keep a birthday list up on top that has today listed as my birthday.

Lots of other stuff has happened to tick me off. I am NOT a happy camper.

Blah

So, guess what I am? I believe the technical term for this feeling would be, "Blah."

I'm just feeling down lately for a number of reasons.

Restaurants hate me. I never get to go to them. I love them dearly, but they apparently have some sort of force field that keeps me away. About this fact, I am greatly displeased.

Yesterday, plans to go out to eat with friends got nixed which ticked me off more than I realized. So I hit the phone and called a bunch of friends trying to find someone I could meet up with for a change of lunch plans. Everyone was either sick, busy or at work.

So I told dh we'd go out for dinner. He was fine with that (which is odd because he hates going out to eat), but then that got nixed because my kids headed for Pestville at warpspeed and I refuse to reward bad behavior with a trip to any place that they adore. So yet another chance at going out was nixed. Can't you just see some little old man smacking my hand away screeching, "No restaurant for YOUUUUUU?"

I wanted Starbucks tonight after the Nutless Wonder's training class which is conveniently right across from a Starbucks, but that didn't happen for a number of reasons. My fault because I didn't say I wanted it, but I'm getting annoyed with dh's ability to get huffy lately. I didn't want to deal with the passive aggressive sighing, so I didn't say anything.

I adore Starbucks. Anyone who knows anything about me knows I love my iced coffee drinks with a frightening passion. So any time one is within 100 or so feet of a Starbucks, one should know to ask. One should make absolutely certain he/she offers me coffee when it is just hours before my birthday, there is a Starbucks right there and one is well aware that not only is said Starbucks within reach, but it can actually be on the way home if you just make one simple left turn. But, alas, no Starbucks.

I'm sensing this is going to be yet another in a LONG line of sucky birthdays. Last year, for the first time in a long time, I actually had a good day. The previous year had been a tough one, so I threw myself a birthday party. I needed it. I had a blast. This year, no party and no definite plans for anything. Every year, I hope for something, but that never happens.

Grrrrr. I love my birthday. I just hate that it gets screwed up year after year. There's so much potential, but it usually gets squashed.

Let's see how many people forget it completely. Let's see how many people stumble across this entry and say, "Oh shit! It was her birthday?"

Screw this. I'm going to bed.

In the eternal words of Eric Cartman: "Screw you guys. I'm going home." That and, "Mooooom. Kitty's being a dildo," but that last one really has nothing to do with this entry. Except, maybe that last word.

FTR, after about 12:30 pm tomorrow, I'll be home. If you have any clue where I live and you're in my metro area, feel free to show up at my door with coffee. Just don't expect me to invite you in. I have 3 kids, a dog, 2 cats, a husband who zones out with a book (when he's not sighing about granola bars), way too much junk of which I'm trying to dispose and a nice heaping case of malaise. Plus until just a few hours ago, it was Shabbat and G-d expressly said, "Dude, it's MY day. Step away from the mop!" Really, it's in there. Just bust out your copy of the Tanakh and you'll find it there. I promise.