They say it's your birthday

Yep, the fam all wished me Happy Birthday this morning.  It's a good thing I don't get too hyped up for my own birthday because it's not going to feel much like a special day.  Don't get me wrong.  It's gonna be a good day, but I'm fighting "why does this have to be done/have to happen ON my birthday" grumpiness.  There are loads of laundry to put away, a dirty house yelling at me, and oh yeah, CRAMPS!  Aaargghhh!  Even Mother Nature, Tampax-style, couldn't pass up breaking her usual schedule so I have something else to worry about.  Not to mention the extra kick in hormones that are making it really hard to be happy.  I just want to punch something.  It wouldn't be as big of a deal if the Mister and I hadn't planned a getaway for this weekend.  Now I get to enjoy my time alone with my Man, cramps, headache and bloating.  Blech.  Blargh.  Blah.  I know it's a trivial detail in the big scheme of things, and I feel slightly lame for complaining about it.  We've been looking forward to this little vacation for awhile, so the ideal weekend I had pictured in my head is now crowded by an unwelcome third party!  

Okay, it feels better to have that off my chest.  I'll stop whining now and get to work.  Gotta go pack everyone's bags for our weekend adventures, get the birds ready to stay with Grandma E, and clean up the house with the time I have left.  I really am excited to get away for awhile. 

Making snickerdoodles into the wee hours of the morning for Logan to take to school.  Look, I am exactly 30-something years old!