Honestly, my Sundays are usually so busy, I don’t have time to ponder the alarm clock until I’m doing my pre-game prep of “I need to get out of bed by this time or I will be late”. I seriously have to coach myself or I will not get up. It’s part of my “anti-morning person” routine. Mornings are rough.
This Sunday was no exception to my busy Sunday tendencies. We did our usual church, and found out some people really like us (weird, we’re so antisocial). Then we split. My husband took the middle child to her game for cheerleading, and I went to my dad’s with the other 2 for a birthday party (partly my own party). It wasn’t too bad since it wasn’t just my birthday, so it takes away from that whole, creepy “everyone is watching you” element that I just adore about birthdays. The food was all fantastical and I didn’t have to make it (even more fantastical) and then the cake tasted like a giant ho-ho. Which was simultaneously awesome and sickening (soooo much sugar!), but you can bet I ate my huge piece.
I had to leave in a hurry to make it to the grocery store, since we were pretty much out of food. But it didn’t cost too much and was over with pretty quick. So all in all, not a bad day. Funniest part, my sister lit the candles on the cake, and as she did, my stepmom runs outside to make a phone call. I wish I would have recorded the fall off of the birthday singers. Weakest. Singing. Ever. Didn’t even finish the song (and it’s like 3 lines).
But I didn’t care. It was much less awkward for me because it was so much more awkward for everyone else. Caring is sharing!