11/11/11

Armistice day AND my birthday. WOOHOO. What an exceptionally cool date this year and apparently in India there is a massive rush on for caesarians to be done today so that their babies can be born on what they consider to be the most auspicious date of the century.

Not such a massively cool start to my birthday mind you…I’m not really sure about this being single again birthday scenario. This morning whilst was attempting to eat a massively stale croissant microwave warmed up by my 11 y/o (left over from my daughter’s birthday breakfast a week ago) with two out of three of my children and my mother sitting on the end of my bed watching me open three presents, I was thinking, “this is the sum total of my life at the moment. My mother and my children at the end of my bed” That is not quite right somehow is it and not really what I had in mind for my 46th year. In addition no partner = no presents. RUBBISH. But I am trying to be grown up about it. It’s not all about presents obviously and I can rush off out and buy something for myself maybe, but it’s not quite the same. Of course my daughter has been spectacular and bought me a lovely top and some make-up and my 11 y/o is getting me something later and rubbish 18 y/o is in Leeds and hasn’t even sent me a birthday text yet. He promised to be home ASAP today – which will mean he’ll rock up around 5pm just in time for the start of evening celebrations.

Three out of five of my cards are about ageing – two of them are about grey hairs, one of them specifically about grey pubes. God. How depressing. My 11/ y/o’s card says “Happy Birthday to the best mother in the world, I love you so much, thank you for everything, oh yeah and don’t worry you’re not THAT old”.

I am old.
I don’t have a partner.
My mother is sitting on the end of my bed.
I can’t read my cards without glasses.
My mother gave me something she had won in a raffle and has suggested that I do something with my hair because it looks awful.

STILL. Lots to look forward to. In fact last night in the build up to my birthday I had a great evening with a GF in London – lights all sparkly everywhere already and my brother is making the effort to come all the way to see me today so that we will all be together this weekend. We have a family meal out tonight and a lovely local friends gathering tomorrow so I. Must. Not. Complain. I am very lucky. Even if having no partner is really rubbish on your birthday.

Sparkly lights in South Molton Street:-