My birthday this year was pretty crummy. I usually love my birthday, and love celebrating with lots of people and fun things. But not this year. The night before my birthday I spent most of the night in the bathroom throwing up. The early part of the morning was pretty much the same. Then I was dead tired, but couldn't take a nap because by that time Emily had woken up and needed to be taken care of. Matt had to leave early for work because of a special project he had going on that day with some people from out of town. I felt sick and tired most of the day, and couldn't eat much (my birthday breakfast and lunch consisted of toast and juice). Emily was whiny, since she was getting over being sick. And then Matt came home from work feeling sick too.
By late afternoon, I was actually feeling good enough to eat something and maybe actually do something celebratory, but poor Matt came home feeling sick and crashed on the couch for the rest of the night. So I went to Zupas and got myself some soup and ate it by myself. It was the most lonely, boring birthday I've ever had. I don't think I've ever had a birthday where I've just had to stay home by myself and not do anything fun at all, let alone take care of myself while sick and take care of a whiny 2-year-old, and have a sick hubby. I like my birthday to be a special day full of visitors and fun things and decorations and yummy food.
I know it's not anyone's fault that we all got sick, but I was really sad that it happened on my birthday. This better not be an omen of how this upcoming year will be. Good thing I'm going to Alaska next week to forget about the whole thing.