Birthdays; they used to be exciting, fun and spontaneous at times. I’m not exactly sure when celebrating my birthday started to become such a chore, but I’m no more excited about turning 33 than I was about turning 32, that’s for sure.
Is this the beginning of the end, or are we just so sleep deprived from parenthood that it only goes up from here? And that’s obviously assuming we don’t plan to have anymore kids. I mean, that’s the buzzkill as far as birthday celebrations go, right?
Really, if there’s going to be any kind of birthday celebration when you have kids, the planning MUST start early.
So many decisions to make…
A. Who’s going to watch the kids?
B. Will it be an overnight stay?
C. Or will one of us be sober enough to go pick them up or take the babysitter home?
And if you pick C, forget birthday sex!
There’s A LOT of thought that has to go into it. But honestly, it’s no more difficult than planning any other date night.
The true dilemma lies in WHAT TO DO!
When making that choice just remember, actions have consequences!
Stay in all night, eat our favorite ice cream and talk to our significant other about things we never have time to talk about.
Ugh! No, that sounds like COMPLETE boredom! We aren’t so old that we can’t have a little fun!
What were we thinking? Don’t ever mention that again! If we’re going to do this, let’s DO THIS!
A night on the town is JUST what the doctor ordered. We’ll never be this young again! Let’s rally the girls and get WILD! (But first give them fair warning. Like 4-weeks fair warning…to plan…they’ve got kids)
Dancing the night away like the old days? I bet we haven’t missed a beat! I bet we are as hot now as we were then.
Maybe we should skip the hard liquor.
But what if we have one too many?
And then there’s the HANGOVER!
And what if we humiliate ourselves? Pictures end up on in the internet so fast these days, by the time we wake up the next morning, the whole world has seen us act like asses. And the drunk dialing?
There’s just way too many risks involved.
Or will we literally not be able to get out of bed the next day and be tortured by our children for needing a functional parent? Hangovers aren’t just one day in your 30s, you know.
NO, they are at least two days of feeling like shit, and another day or two of exhaustion.
I’m feeling sick just thinking about it.
Maybe we’ll be better equipped next year to do something major for our birthday. The kids will be another year older and we’ll be less sleep deprived. Things are really gonna start looking up for us, I can feel it.
But right now, it’s just too damn inconvenient to have fun.