Very Belated Birthday Post

One of the bunches of flowers I received from Jeremy for my birthday.

So, you might be wondering why in the world I would want to record my birthday for all time here on my blog. It was a really terrible birthday (sorry, Jeremy if you read this--but it was!) but I also want to thank everyone who sent me thoughtful cards and gifts. You blogging girls are amazingly giving and thoughtful and I really didn't want to forget you! So, here is the rundown of my day.

Jeremy let me sleep in as long as I could stand to without feeding Alexander. When I was done with that, and had gotten ready, we took off to Salt Lake to have breakfast at The Pancake House. If you've never eaten at The Pancake House you're truly missing out on a breakfast treat. (And no, it's nothing like The Waffle House!) I had the most decadent White Chocolate Macadamia Nut pancakes in the world. Really, they're a little bit of heaven on earth! But I digress. On the way to Salt Lake Jeremy informed me that he decided not to get me the present that he was going to get me for vague and uncertain reasons. So I gave him some ideas of things I would like, none of which have showed up in my house. Now I'm wondering if I'm supposed to go out any buy my own birthtday present. Sorry. Another digression. Anyway, we got home from breakfast, I fed Alexander, and then both kids went down for a nap. I decided to go clothes shopping. Big mistake! Big, BIG mistake. Why did I think that would be an enjoyable activity for my birthday? It wasn't. I went to Old Navy only to be cruelly reminded that since I no longer have the body of a teenager, I shouldn't be shopping at a store that caters to women who do. Of course, I can try to get that body back, but that's a long hard road in front of me--a reminder that should best have been saved for another day.

As I was driving home I, ironically, heard a call to Dr. Laura from a woman whose husband didn't do anything for her her for her birthday. I decided to ask Jeremy the question that I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to which was if he had even bought me a card. As I suspected the answer was no. I'll spare Jeremy the public embarassment of revealing what he did offer to do, but needless to say, I was very disappointed. I would rather receive a card than a gift any day!

The rest of Jeremy's day was spent trying to get paperwork ready for the sale of our condo in Lehi, going to the condo to meet with the buyers, and then attending the Doba screening of Pirates of the Caribbean. In Jeremy's defence he did tell me he would stay home from the movie. But at that point, I didn't see how his staying home could possibly redeem the day, so I sent him on his way, instead opting to get the kids into bed early and retiring to a nice hot bubble bath and book.

But, like I said, there were a few bright spots. I received several calls from friends and family. Jill had the misfortune of having to listen to my birthday woes on the phone. In true Jill style she called me back just as I was getting out of the bath to tell me she was on her way with cake from Dippidee (yum!). Really, Jill, you will never know how that little kindness touched me and made my day so much better! I also received some pretty good mail this birthday. I took a picture(click on the picture to see it bigger!) of the spread and put everyone's names on the things I received from them. I don't think I've gotten this many cards for my birthday since I was a little kid. I want to thank everybody who remembered me on my birthday. It really meant a lot to me. And special thanks to Pam, who I've never met, who sent me some really good chocolate (not pictured because I have no self control!) a cute monogram notebook and some cards and envelopes from Paper Source. You are so sweet!

Finally Jeremy did come home from the movie with not one but two bouquets of flowers and a card. I'm pretty sure that his assistant picked up the flowers for me. I'm not sure about the card. However (Jeremy), I don't want confirmation of either of these suspicions. After all, it is the thought that count's right?

So there you have it. Although I had no negative feelings about turning 30, the day I entered my fourth decade was a bit if a bust. And I'm sure a touch of postpartum depression didn't help matters much. Anyway, I have to stop. I'm depressing myself all over again. I hope I haven't done the same to you! I'm really much better now. I can even talk about the day good naturedly. Just ask Jenn.