The person part of me, however? The non-mother part? Is sulking. How DARE the school system schedule the graduation on - hello? - MY BIRTHDAY?! Gone is my delicious custom of having the WHOLE, ENTIRE day to myself. That's all I ask for my birthday every year, and that's what I get. I look forward to the occasion with an almost unreasonable glee.
"We'll just work it around the graduation," suggested Larry.
Work it around the graduation? Squeeze it in? I don't think so. No.
"All right, then," counseled my patient husband. "Let's just make your birthday a different day."
It won't be the same. I LOVE my birthday - the longest day of the year, the first day of summer...why don't those silly school people make the GRADUATION a different day? Hmmm? Whoever heard of a Tuesday graduation, anyway?
All right. Thursday. I'll take Thursday. And I'll pretend all day long tomorrow that it is NOT my birthday. Because having it on 2 days just dilutes it. Really.
I'll be turning 48 on
[grad cap image credit: Simply The Best Gift Ideas]
[cake image credit: Webweaver's Free Clip Art]