All I want...

My birthday is coming up really shortly... While I'm not bothered by the event (most women in their late twenties seem to hyperventilate from the very thought--don't ask me why, it's a mystery to me as well) I've become very apathetic about the whole thing. I guess after twenty-some years it becomes a little less exciting to age another year. I suppose that is just how it is.

The other possibility for my recent disinterest might be the fact that my little girl's birthday is the day before mine. Back when my due date for her was rolling nearer, a lot of my friends expressed their opinion that it would be great if she were born on my birthday. I disagreed even then... I mean, would it not be fantastic to be in labour on my birthday? I think not. But I digress. The fact that my little girl's birthday is right before mine means that I spend the preceding week running around like mad getting ready for hers. I do not begrudge it, but by the time my (increasingly) big day gets here, all I want is to hide under a rock and be left alone.

So that is all that I want for my birthday... Solitude, and no obligations pressing themselves upon me. I want to shut off/unplug my phones, ignore my email and Facebook accounts and barricade myself in my house with my daughter. Maybe eat some cheesecake.

Alas, I never actually get what I want... I guess that's just how life is...