Today is my 30th birthday, and life has sort of gone to shit in the last couple of months. Having finally started in the job I've spent most of my twenties working towards last August, I got glandular fever at the start of January and have been off sick since. Was starting to think I might be able to go back to work at the end of this month and instead DS2 brought some kind of hell-virus home from the childminder last week and I caught it and now have pneumonia. End of sick pay is looming large, as is the mortgage. DS1 also now has the bug (though mercifully not the pneumonia) and is autistic so tolerates being ill even less well than your average five-year-old. DS2 is mostly over it but still exhausted and fractious and causing havoc because he's bored.
And now, to cap it all off, I have woken up with terrible toothache. WIBU just to write this birthday off and pretend I'm still 29 until next year?