Ok this is relatively light hearted. Im not planning on doing or saying anything, Im just internally having my nose put out of joint.
Since last September Ive had a shitty, shitty year. Or rather, my baby has. Its been bad and its not likely to get better (although we have a referal to Guys in London now and Great Ormond Street - YAY!)
It was my 30th on wed. I can go out as my son is too reliant on me. So Im having some good friends over tomorrow night, beer, wine, a fire pit and laughter. I never make a big deal of my birthday - ever. But Ive been desperate for this. I have hardly seen my friends because of whats been going on, and not like I said things arent going to get better any time soon.
I get an email from a friend coming tomorrow. Says he friend (who I have met once, and is very lovely) has her birthday this weekend too so can see join in on the celebration?
Not being a twat I said yes of course.
But I DONT WANT TO SHARE MY BIRTHDAY!!!
THERE I said it. I got it out. Yes I know, its bratty and mememe but I can confess here and play along with being fine about it tomorrow.