Today is my husband’s 35th birthday (how in the world did we get this old?!). If you’ve been reading up and putting the pieces together–yes, my son’s b-day was yesterday. My mom’s birthday was always the day after mine. I never realized how much it would suck to have your birthday right on top of your child’s until I found myself at the hospital pushing out a baby on June 2. The next day, it was my husband’s birthday and I was all bed-ridden, postpartum gross, and like, “So, do you want me to sing to you or something?”. Fortunately birthdays aren’t a big deal to my husband, b/c this year, with the way the days/dates fell, we will actually be rocking out a Mickey Mouse party for our son on my husband’s big day. For the record, I will NOT be so gracious if I find myself anchoring a child’s b-day party on my 35th…thanks for being so very, very cool, my wonderful husband and happy 35th 😉
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Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year, dedicatedly earning her title one epic parenting fail at a time. When her kids aren't busy pummeling each other with Legos or requiring their 16th sippy cup refill of the day, she tries to offer quick, relatable laughs for fellow parents of the world and all their empathizers. She remains entirely terrified by crafts, promises to never share any useful household tips, and is fully committed to a less serious look at the world of parenting.