I ask mumsnet every year because I'm a pathetic old fart.
My 18 year old won't even know what day it is when he finally emerges from his pit asking for food. My husband always finds something to be pissed off at me about on a day when he's not the special little star. My dad went all out this year and sent me a cheque addressed to Dh in Dh name as I can only assume as a little woman, I wouldn't know what to do with one (my dad always gives me £50 and it always goes into the bank to get swallowed up by bills, so it's a great help but not a present present).no presents because we don't have money to splash about anyway.
51 Facebook friends (just acquaintances I used to know in my old area) and there won't be one birthday wish as usual.
I know I'm moaning, I'm very greatful to have a roof over my head, healthy kids. But fuck, birthdays are a misery.
I'm 41 today and feeling sorry for myself.