Sorry it’s not your birthday

It’s 5:51 a.m. on New Year’s Day, and I’m wide awake after a night of hardcore partying. Hardcore partying = everyone in my family left for several hours, and I had the entire house to myself, so I Marco Polo-ed my besties while I did some much-needed cleaning. I also made myself a cheese plate and drank Diet Dr Pepper and Martinellis (a drink for the soul and a drink for the celebration). It occurred to me that in some phases of life, this would have made for a very lonely New Year’s Eve, but in my current state of existence, it was perfect! Just what I needed! 

My girls went ice skating with some of their cousins

It ended up that everyone was home for the turning of the year, even Nicky! 

Right after midnight, Nicky and Daisy sang me “I Love You, Mom!” from Phineas and Ferb.

New Year’s Day happens to be my birthday. Fun fact: my cousin and I were born on New Year’s Day 1984 - same hospital, same doctor. I was a bit late, and he was a bit early. My mom went into labor on NYE and had me at 2:29 a.m. on New Year’s Day. Then the doctor came in her room later and said, “Your sister-in-law just showed up!”

There are some bummers to having a birthday A) on a holiday and B) so close to Christmas, but I’ve never known anything different, so I just go with it. I actually like my birth date other than being super partied out from all the events of the holidays. It’s always the first date on the scrolly thing when I have to enter my birthday. I get Christmas presents, and then I get follow-up presents. I’ve never had to go to school on my birthday, and in most cases, have had the day off work (Scotty too). Also, there’s something nice about rolling my age over at the same time the year rolls over. It just feels right.

This morning, for the first time in my life, I realized that most people wake up on New Year’s Day, and it’s not their birthday. I have no idea what that’s like. You poor souls just start your year off the same numeric age you were the day before! And then you increase your age on some random day in the middle of the year, and there probably aren’t even fireworks. 

New Year’s Day is probably pretty sad for you all. I’m sorry.