It's My Birthday and I'll Cry if I Want To....

What 31-year old do you know, cries because she found out she'll be spending her birthday in a minivan, for five hours, with three children? Yeah....that would be me......

I know-sounds a bit ridiculous.

For as long as I can remember, my birthday has always been a day I've been happy or excited about. I'm not really sure of the reason, I usually don't even remember how old I'll be. Maybe, it's because it's the one day that I can really do whatever I feel like (well almost) and not feel guilty or have anyone judge. It could also be that it's because it was the day I was born, and hello, who doesn't want to celebrate the fact that I was born? :)

It's not like I need some big party or to have everyone and their mother call me, but it is nice to be thought of, remembered and given a break.

I'm sure in a little over a month, when the day is here, I'll be thankful to be with my family, even if it is in a minivan for five hours. Right now though, I'm really bummed. :(