Before Easter this year I was honored to guest post for Angie at 7ClownCircus. In case you missed the post I thought that I’d share it with you all.
My family is HUGE into birthdays. Everyone in my family gets a birthday party complete with a cake and presents and off-key singing. Heck, even Jesus gets a birthday cake at Christmas and re-birthday cupcakes at Easter. I know, we are a strange breed, but it’s kinda fun gathering all the kids after an invigorating egg hunt to sing “Happy Re-Birthday” to Jesus and fighting over who gets to blow out His candles. Birthdays are just our thing. It’s a time where we gather with friends and family and have fun.
As I took a break this weekend while my re-birthday cupcakes for Jesus cooled and I started thinking of my own birthday this past September in which I turned 30. I came to a sad, sad conclusion.
I was completely robbed.
I had no party.
There were no cupcakes.
No one sang to me.
There were no presents.
No fancy schmancy day of pampering.
Nothing.
It was my 30th birthday. The Big Three-Oh! It should have been special. A huge production. An acknowledgement of such a momentous event. Something!
Instead my birthday consisted of a failed attempt at a shower which included my two year coloring the bathtub with lip gloss, twisting my deodorant completely out of the stick and grinding it into the floor mat and emptying an entire Kleenex box into the toilet until it clogged while I tried desperately to wash my hair and shave the two weeks of accumulated stubble from my armpits. Oh, and this was all while trying to soothe my 13 day old daughter who lay in her bouncy seat in the middle of the bathroom and screamed bloody murder the entire time.
Not quite the celebration I imagined.
I had always thought that my 30th birthday would be a HUGE bash. Something eventful and exciting, like “Oh Sweetie, you got us reservations at the martini bar and a babysitter for the night? But I thought the day at the spa and this new dress was my present? And you look so nice, almost like we’re dressed up for a party, not just my birthday? Ohhhhh, what are all our friends doing here? Ohhhh! You got me good! Yes, I was totally surprised! I can’t believe you pulled this off! This is the greatest birthday ever!”
That’s how my birthday should have gone, right? Not one that ended with my husband coming home to find me cradling our screaming infant, dressed in only a robe, crying on the floor of my closet because none of my clothes fit my post-baby body, and the toddler wildly running around with lip gloss all over her face and chunks of deodorant stuck under her fingernails.
That is not what I had in mind. So I’m thinking, I deserve a birthday do-over, right?
A re-birthday celebration, if you will.
Maybe sometime this summer, or at least before September, I’ll throw myself a belated 30th birthday party. I’m not entirely sure exactly what it will all entail, but nothing too major. Just a small gathering of sorts to honor such a momentous occasion.
Something along the lines of a themed martini created especially for me by a professional mixologist, appetizers served by uniformed waiters, an appearance by Enrique Iglesias, fabulous gift bags for all my 50 or so honored guests, and me looking stunning in my new Dolce & Gabanna dress and pair of Manolo Blahniks.
You know, nothing too over the top.
And if I can some how work in an inflatable bounce house, I’ll be really happy.
The Toddler's First Birthday
June 19, 2010 at 6:46 pm
Oh, you TOTALLY deserve something fabulous for your un-birthday!! If only we lived closer I’d throw babysitting in as my contribution (that sounds weird and stalker ish, doesn’t it…hmmm…it was well intentioned, anyway).
June 19, 2010 at 6:48 pm
That birthday … cake? sundae? what is it? … looks awesome. We don’t do too much in the way of adult birthdays, but kid ones are blow outs (of the DIY/creative-without-breaking-the-bank variety). I love the idea of a summer blow out — watermelon cocktails must be on the menu!
June 19, 2010 at 7:04 pm
Seems like you should start un-planning your un-fabulous un-birthday celebration today! I’ve never had a party either (I’m 54) and I always bake my own cake. ;-D We do the family going out for dinner thing which is always nice. I love the birthday cake and re-birthday cupcakes for Jesus!
June 19, 2010 at 7:21 pm
I totally think you should have a 30 day un-birthday celebration… to make up for the one day you missed… stopping by from LBS tea party
June 19, 2010 at 8:08 pm
LOL – I’ll take one of those martinis now please!
Thanks for stopping by my blog! I’m your newest follower!
June 19, 2010 at 10:16 pm
Oh I’m feeling ya! Sounds like normal tough toddler mixed with postpartum mixed with “who the heck forgets your birthday – smack him!” for an extra hard day! Makes a great excuse to double down for the next birthday – go wild! Lord knows having kids means you earned it!!
June 19, 2010 at 10:17 pm
Visiting from LBS by the way – became a new follower -cheers!
June 19, 2010 at 10:42 pm
A full-blown, crazy merry unbirthday has your name written all over it!!
Your 30th bday was my mother’s day this year…sigh….
June 19, 2010 at 11:59 pm
Yeah…I think the exciting birthdays are over now that we’re moms. LoL My last few have been rather uneventful and this year will be no different. I say you have your own un-birthday with no kids & no hubby..take a day!
Stopping by from the LBS tea party.
June 20, 2010 at 2:10 am
I declare a re-do!
June 20, 2010 at 4:10 pm
Name the martini you like and I’ll make you a variation of it and call it the “Christini”.
June 20, 2010 at 10:35 pm
At least a day without all that toddler lip gloss and stuff is in order! I hope you have a magical 30 1/2 b-day day.
June 21, 2010 at 1:26 am
Yes I say do-over!! Yum a martini sounds great right about now!
June 21, 2010 at 3:19 pm
Wow…your 30th birthday was way worse than mine. And I was pregnant and went to a funeral that lasted all day for a 22 year old who committed suicide. It was my husband’s cousin’s son, his cousin had also committed suicide 13 years earlier, and I didn’t know either of them at all. And it was hot. I didn’t do a re-do, so I think you need to do one for sure!
June 21, 2010 at 11:37 pm
You do deserve a do-over! My friends and I have been talking about our 30th bday trip for years (most of us turn 30 next year, eek!)
And I need to start singing Happy re-Birthday at Easter :0
June 22, 2010 at 2:00 am
That is a sad, sad way to spend your 30th birthday. Do over! Do over! Do over! But…can I come?
June 22, 2010 at 1:48 pm
In my past life, I was married to a man who never could seem to remember my birthday. One year, I sent out invitations to all my friends that read, “Shhh! Don’t tell me! It’s a surprise birthday party for me,” with directions, etc. I even told them not to buy junk, to put their money together and get me something nice!
Here’s the surprise: every single person I invited came. And I cried when they yelled, “Surprise!”
June 24, 2010 at 3:33 pm
I hear you on that one. My 24th is coming up and my husband will be gone, leaving the 2 monkeys with me. Which made me think of my 30th birthday and how I too, was robbed. Breastfeeding 15 day old every 2 hours. Thank you for inspiring my to have a martini get together in MY honor.