The Big 2-8

Yesterday was my birthday.

I usually absolutely love, luh-huv my birthday.

Not so much this year. And I don't know why. It wasn't a particularly good day. I got to go shopping for an outfit, so that part was definitely nice (thank you, husband) but it was raining and my hair was uber-frizzy and my almost three year old was a little O2C2 (out of control child) and my 1 month old just cries. Cries for no reason. Cries all the blasted time.

So, I kinda wasn't in the mood to be having a birthday. I kinda wasn't in the mood to be a mom.

(Am I really admitting this??)

My husband came home from work. Changed his clothes, he looked mighty nice. Then Amber shows up.

She usually calls.

She hadn't called.

So I knew husband and Amber were in cahoots about something.

She was there to watch my children while Josh and I went out. And when I find this out, I'm a little torn.

I have a whiny, snot-nosed, almost three year old. And a brand-spankin' new baby. Should I leave? Can I leave?

Heck yes, I can!

We left. We enjoyed dinner together. And the two and a half hours we were gone were just enough to refresh me and make me feel like I could be a mommy again.

And amazingly, there was no guilt. I thought there would be. But there wasn't. I knew they were with Amber and that she'd only let Jaylee feed Alison a little pizza while we were away.