Tomorrow is my birthday. As far as I know it is going to look like any other day. I will be disappointed. I suppose I have my mother to thank for that. She always made a big deal of them, so somehow I always expect a big deal now.
When I was married, my husband didn't have a clue, but with a little guidance he usually made them special. I've been doing birthdays solo for quite some time. I don't even think my ex took the kids shopping this time. I prompted them to maybe think about at least baking a cake.
From the rattles going on in the kitchen right now, I think that much is happening. My birthday is on a Friday night, and I believe I will likely be home cuddled up with a good book, and maybe a good glass of wine.
You see I can't really go out, as it's my night to have the kids. I know that if I were married, we'd probably at least go out to dinner and to a movie. So instead I suppose the kids and I will go out to dinner, try their cake creation, and other than that it will probably just have to be an ordinary day.