Turning 24

I wish I could say I had a wonderful birthday yesterday, but to be honest, it tied with my 19th birthday as one of the worst birthdays of all time.  (My 19th bday I sat completely alone in an office all day long with nothing to do.)  The day before my birthday was a way better day than my actual birthday.  Robie and I went to Texas Roadhouse (my choice), and I indulged in carb and sugar filled foods until I felt sick to my stomach.  It's been a month on my diet now, and I have successfully lost 18 pounds (my wedding ring and pre-prego jeans finally fit again), but I am sure after that meal I gained at least half of it back.  It was totally worth it though.  When it's your birthday at Texas Roadhouse, they yell real loud and get everyone to scream "Yeee-haww!" at the top of their lungs.  I think 80 percent of the people eating that night had a birthday, because yee-haws were firing off every 5 minutes, and every time it happened it freaked Jaxon out to the point of him screaming.  It was kind of funny at first, but got annoying real fast.  I ordered the brownie sundae for dessert, but I could only take 3 bites before feeling disgustingly sick.

After we got home, I went with a friend on another midnight Wal-mart coupon trip.  I picked up some really good deals, but now I am running out of room in my house to store everything.  Hopefully the guy in our basement moves out soon.  I celebrated the clock turning midnight at Wal-mart for my actual birthday by purchasing a Coke Zero.  Zero calories, zero sugar, and zero guilt...even though it's still cheating.  Then, I went to bed.

The morning of my birthday, I woke up to Robie gone at work and Jaxon still sleeping.  My sister in-law called me and wished me a happy birthday which started the day off nice.  Jax slept in until 8:30, so I was able to eat breakfast before him for once.  I didn't really feel a special birthday vibe or anything.  It just felt like a normal day.  There were no presents set out for me or breakfast in bed.  My house was a disaster in every room, laundry everywhere, dishes covered the kitchen, and I had no desire to make myself look presentable since Robie would not be home until 8-9pm from his night class at school.  Jaxon spent the day in a bad mood, which quickly turned into a horrible mood.  I was supposed to meet Robie at his work 30 min away for lunch, but since the weather was raining super bad and our windshield wipers suck, I decided to drive to the grocery store instead and get a few things at Smith's that Wal-mart didn't have.  I got some more really good deals, but I was slightly depressed I was spending the day at the grocery store instead of doing something fun.

Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was PMS, or maybe I was just having a pity party for myself, but when I got home from the store I just felt alone and depressed.  I remember birthdays being fun and special.  What happened to make mine so lame?  I turned my phone off since it was alerting me every 3 minutes that someone on facebook wrote "Happy Birthday" on my wall.  I then changed Jax's FOURTH poopy diaper for the day and put him in his crib since he would not stop crying and I had already tried everything possible to make him happy.  He needed to cry it out and take a nap, and I needed to do the same.  So...that's what we both did.

I woke up from my nap and turned on my phone to quickly get a call from my family.  They sung me happy birthday and it was just what I needed at that time.  I waited for Robie to get home from class, but it was taking him forever.  When he finally got home right before 9pm, he had a bag in his hand.  The bag had a card in it- which is a huge deal because he hates cards.  I opened my gift to find a brand new Flip Video Camera.  I was super excited, because it showed he listened.  Every time he asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I could never give him an answer because I never feel like I need anything.  I would rather buy Jax a cute outfit than buy myself one, especially since I still have weight to lose.  But Robie remembered a long while ago when I mentioned it would be nice to have a Flip.  It made made me happy.

 Then, Robie's brother Jon-David and his friend Lacey came over.  The boys ate pizza and watched some boring documentary about the conspiracies behind the decline of the economy, and Lacey and I tried to entertain ourselves reading Cosmo magazines while I ate boring grilled chicken and lettuce.  And that was it.  The clock struck midnight, my birthday was over, and I went to bed.

When I type it all out, I guess it doesn't sound like that horrible of a day.  Just really boring.  I am excited to be 24, because when I was little I thought it was the perfect age to be.  Still fun and young, but old enough to be taken seriously as an adult.  Things could have been worse, and I still have so much to be grateful for in my life.  Thanks for all those who sprinkled some bday love via facebook, text message, or phone call.  I am also thankful for Robie for making me feel special even though he was hard at work providing for our family and going to school.  I guess I am just going to have to face the fact that the days of fun birthdays are over and as an adult, birthdays are just like any other day.  Luckily I have Jaxon to spoil and plan fun birthday parties for now.