Sunday, July 7, 2019

Today, I hate my birthday!

I’m tired of living alone with my kids. I’m tired of making absolutely every single meal and washing every piece of clothing and cleaning every corner of my house all by myself. At times I forget the important things because the list of important things to do is so long that I can only manage about 50% of it. Last month one of the things that fell off the list was figuring out when to take my car in for an oil change. I failed to do so, now I have a vehicle that has engine failure.  I burned up the engine.  I can’t figure out when to do my taxes. I’m not sure if I’ve paid all my bills at the beginning of this month.

Today is my birthday.  And I hate it. Nobody is bringing me flowers. Nobody is bringing me presents. Nobody is initiating any kind of celebration.  I just want my husband with me today to do these things for me, with me.  I walked 2 blocks with my daughters to the local restaurant and had a birthday lunch. Then Glory cleaned our bedroom up and brought me up and showed me this birthday present surprise she had for me. I think God I have these little people in my life who will only grow to be more of a blessing and who will soothe the sorrow I carry with me beneath the surface.