It was my birthday yesterday and whilst I’d usually celebrate with a take-away and a few drinks, I didn’t feel all that much like celebrating this year. Though I appreciated the cards, presents, and many messages which I was spoilt with throughout the day, I just didn’t feel in the birthday mood – I didn’t feel right celebrating this year. I’m hazarding a guess that my emotions were to be expected considering all that’s happened over the past eighteen months or so. I suspect most people would feel the same on the first birthday following their Fathers demease.
Thankfully, I spent the majority of my day distracted by the various builders, carpet fitters, and such-like who were in and out of the house continuing the work on our kitchen. That, and I busied myself with baking a bunny-unicorn cake for our daughters upcoming birthday, which we will of course be celebrating with gusto.
Having spent the day keeping busy, including attending an appointment for a little facial torture (having my eyebrows and such-like waxed) I finally succumbed to letting my hair down a little later on in the evening as Paul and I spent a couple of hours enjoying some music and a few drinks in the hot tub before having an early-ish night.
I think it’s going to take a little time before I’ll feel happy being in the ‘party spirit’ again – maybe next year I’ll be ready to celebrate, though with edging ever closer to the big 4-0, I’m not so sure… For now though, I was quite happy to treat it as ‘just another day’.