34

Today is my 34th birthday.  

My birthday is not my favorite day of the year.  I find the pressure to have a good day to be hard to live with.  When I was working, I tried to make sure that I took the day off - things that are annoying and at least twice as annoying when it is your birthday.  But with my current position, there are no days off.

It was a so-so day.  Riley was clingy and sleepless.  Megan was a little hyper once got out of school.  And still I soldiered on, making a cake and an actually cooked (not heated) dinner.  It was a little too much.  

Next year I am going to buy a cake and order takeout.  And I think I'll try to convince Bryan to move to a Birthday week.  A single day is just too high stakes.