Last year, I decided I'd give up on birthdays. Like New Year's Eve, I tend to get excited about birthdays, and when they don't live up to my expectation/anticipation, I get disappointed, and I end up miserable. On my birthday, I want everything to be special, and everything to be perfect, and I don't want to have to do any work for it. I really dislike organizing my own birthday events. I need a Birthday Mary Poppins.
So, taking my birthday resolution from last year, I gave up on my birthday. I've kinda been mentally nonchalant about the whole thing, so it was a nice surprise when the woman at the gym wished me a happy birthday in the morning. It was nice to spend the day with Steph and Dwight and the boys, who are cute little things. I take great satisfaction in making babies fall asleep.