I need a grip, people. Yesterday was my 40th. It was a nice day, but not the one I wanted.
Being so close to Christmas it was difficult to figure out how best to celebrate the day. DH's brother and his family are visiting (staying with his DPs) and obviously we've spent time with them and with my own DPs for the past few days, as well as spending time with friends on Christmas Eve. For weeks I had been suggesting spending the day just the four of us - me, DH and the DDs - maybe a day out, a meal, chilling in front of the telly in the evening. Perhaps seeing family (mine) briefly along the way. But DH was insistent that everyone would want to see me on my birthday and we should do something all together. So eventually I settled on going for a walk (we went to a beach - it was lovely but cold) and afternoon tea at a nice hotel, as I didn't want to host everyone again and didn't want to ask any other family members to do it either. But as we sat down to the afternoon tea I just had this crushing feeling that it wasn't how I really wanted to spend the day. Expensive sandwiches and small talk with the family - we've honestly run out of things to say to each other now. I didn't even get a glass of champagne with it, which was an option but no-one suggested it (yellowdahlia it's your birthday let's have some bubbly type of thing).
So, was hoping to redeem the day by spending the evening drinking champagne at home and watching one of my favourite films with DH...then one of our best friends came round, which was lovely and she's relaxed company, but she was driving, DH is feeling crap (another cold) and we ended up chatting/ watching half of an old Harry Potter and I cracked open my own bottle of bubbles at 10pm when I'd given up hope of anyone else offering me some.
Honestly, I know I'm whining and IABU as I received some lovely gifts and have a lovely family to spend time with, but I suppose with it being my 40th I was hoping for something...else. I just feel a bit sad and don't know if it's because of the anti-climax of the Big Birthday, PMT, introvert hangover (I'm so peopled-out now) or the onset of a massive midlife crisis triggered by my 40th birthday!
Sorry for the self-indulgent ramble but I needed to get this out of my head. I want to tell DH how I feel but I can't - I can't tell anyone IRL really, as it involves them all!
Someone tell me it's Just a Day and Really Doesn't Matter - please!