(picture from pinterest)

Three hours left of my 38 birthday. I will never ever claim (don’t know if I ever said the opposite) that birthdays are not important. Especially not mine. I love my birthday. U do not forget birthdays. Unless you happen to be the adult male living under the same roof as myself.

To his defense he had worked the night shift. And was probably really tired when we talked about the fact that our youngest had gotten ill during the night. I mean. ANYone could forget the three words” happy birthday baby”, heck I would settle for the short version “happy birthday”. so with this start, the day really never kicked off.

Maybe the fact that my birthday came as a surprise to the Mr (again) this year, could affect my attitude towards him. he happened to work the entire day (and yes, he decides his hours himself…)

It was about to end wonderfully as I invited dear friends for pizza. Birthday pizza. But when Fabian through up in the back of the car, I had to cancel that.

I have a fab life. A totally fab life and I would not switch 31.025 fab days for an occasionally fab birthday. But I wouldn’t bother me if also my birthday this year was slightly more fab.

So thanks to all that REMEMBERED me through Facebook, texts and phone calls. A foremost to my wonderful friends Sara and Manne, who provided me with a gift. Thank YOU so mooch.