On my actual birthday (10/10), I slept all day. Literally. I woke up to go to the bathroom & long enough for Evan to offer to scramble some eggs for me, but I mainly slept.
This is a VAST improvement on the past few years when my knees were on fire or my back was killing me or I was throwing up or running to the terlet from the trots.
I will be happy to spend the next 5 birthdays in bed, LOL. Preferably not alone, but beggars can't be choosers.
So yesterday my mother took me for my birthday lunch at Cracker Barrel because a) She hates it and we haven't been there in years and 2) it was my "Birthday Lunch" so I got to pick the place.
I had Apple Streusel French Toast. It was sooooooooo good! I couldn't finish it all, but I wanted to. I even left some bacon on the plate *gasp*
Then we went to Wal-Mart & I finally gave in and got some bottle tops for cans because freaking Evan opens 97 cans of soda and leaves them all over the place to be knocked over or lose the fizz.
They work! I opened a soda last night, slept all night (can you believe I slept all night? Well, from 2 am to 7 am, but whatever.) it still had all the fizz like I'd just opened it. Nothing leaked when I drank from it. I love them! 12 to a pack.
When I got home I finally looked my phone & my niece was finally coming to pick up the outfits I got for Aniyah.
She wanted nothing to do with me yesterday! But she was all over Evan. I might have been more upset had I not been so freaking sleepy, LOL.
In actuality, she was just waking up from a nap (that's what happens when a baby goes on a longish car ride) so she'd sit with me for a minute but then go back to someone else.
Then she started drooling and since it's been 14+ years since I've had to deal with drool I was cool with her dissing me. ;-P
Anyway, my back is beginning to hurt, so I'm going back to bed even though I should be emptying my cabinet of all my old pots & pans & replacing them with the new ones Mommy Dearest gave me.
Whatever. They'll still be there when I feel like getting to it.