It's my Birthday (Eve), and I'll cry if I want to.

It's my birthday-eve. I spent 11 hours at work, came home to a cold dinner, and poured myself a glass of Pinot Grigio. I'm spending Averie's last minutes before she falls asleep cuddling in my new bed and watching Miss Congeniality. And I've just found out that there's nothing special planned for tomorrow. Not even a card. 

Birthday? No. It's just another day. 

Today my mom bought me a bed frame for my bed as a birthday-Christmas gift. I'm so happy with it. I can raise it to attach 4 drawers underneath if I want to, (which I will as soon as I have $200 to spend) but mostly I'm just happy to not be sleeping on a mattress on the floor. It's the perfect gift. This is what moms are for. Not presents, but remembering birthdays and loving her kids no matter what. I love my mom. Even if I didn't get a birthday present, I would still love her. She does everything she can to make sure I'm happy. I wish everyone was like my mom. 

As far as my birthday DAY goes, I'll be waking up at 5:00 in the morning to go to work, and working 8 hours. A manager from Sandy is coming in to close for me, but since my sister has work, my mom has finals, and George isn't taking me out, I'll probably end up tacking on another 8 hour shift. (Unless I decide to take myself out...) Nobody wants to stay home alone on their birthday. Then again, Jamba is so slow this time of year I'll basically be alone there too. 

Well I'm off to finish my wine, and maybe make a big batch of brownies that I'll eat all by myself. Yes, I'm seriously having a pity party.

I dread my birthday every year.