Monday, April 28, 2008

How a 7 year old can ruin a birthday

I know, at the advanced age of 29 (for the 10th time!), I should be a little more sensitive, but my son ruined my birthday and I want to complain about it.

Grow up Gudrun, is what I am saying to myself. But he hurt my feelings.

The Big Guy was tired of everyone having a birthday except him (Little A, DH and I all have our birthdays within a sever day period), so at my birthday dinner, he threw a fit.

Actually, it started earlier that day, but I was gone, celebrating my birthday with a little TLC for mommy (massage at Watercourse Way, followed by a mani/pedi at Touch of Elegance -- lovely!) DH said all day the Big Guy had been a pain in the butt, complaining and grumping.

Just before dinner (DH made a lovely sablefish on a bed of leeks and cherry tomatoes), the Big Guy started stomping around, complaining that we did not give him any respect. Oh, wait, it was that we did not give him enough respect. What?

He was not happy with dinner, claiming to not like fish. Right after I blew out the candles on the cake, during the serving of the cake, he had a little incident with the cream whipper and he fell apart, going to his room, totally upset.

This was when I decided to revert to his level of maturity and declared my birthday a mess.

Good Gudrun, really adult. Get over yourself - the Big Guy is 7. And yes, it is pissy that everyone gets to celebrate something this month except him. And yes, it sucks that everyone gets gifts and attention, but him. And you are the adult Gudrun, help him understand it.

But just for a moment, I want to whine, and since this is my blog, I can do that.

I want my birthday to be great, just like the birthday celebrations I put together for Little A and DH. I want the dinner to be well thought out, I want the cake to be an expression of their love for me. I want everyone to be happy and want to enjoy being together as a family.

I want DH to spend as much time thinking about my birthday as I think about his. I want my kids to be happy about the chance to celebrate (we all love cake), and I want to make happy memories for all.

I guess I just want my mommy.

2 comments:

Erika Jurney said...

Yuck, I had a birthday like that a few years ago. It is totally disappointing. And you're not wrong in the way you feel. I'm sorry it didn't turn out well.

Gudrun said...

Thanks Erika, I appreciate the permission to be annoyed! I end up feeling guilty that I am acting so immature, but then also sad that my birthday was not as fun for everyone as it was for me.....

Fortunately, I had some champagne on hand to help me move past the annoyance.... ;-)