This is very long and I'm sorry it is but I wanted to share with you all the mixed blessings of my birthday and exactly why your wonderful birthday wishes meant so much to me. Love you gals!
Thank You to everyone for the birthday wishes, they are very much appreciated my sisters, again, Thank You so much, it really made yesterday a lot easier. I say this because I went about my day but kept an ear on my phone and the later it got the somewhat grumpier I got. I woke up to a big mess and no coffee creamer (very BAD things in my house especially when I bought a half a gallon---yes, of creamer---on Sunday and I had a total of 7 cups of coffee between Sunday and Wednesday). I tried to "choose my attitude" and make the best of it but things kept going downhill from there. All I wanted for my birthday was to work in my studio doing some crafty stuff and drink coffee and later on have either iced coffee or even some coke with ice while puttering away in the studio, it sounded like complete luxury to me. And then my plan was make some special recipe pizza for dinner.
No coffee creamer, no ice, no soda (I had bought a 12 pack the day before), a big mess to clean up from the kids' cats (OMG I just hate cats this week, it'll pass but right now: GRRRR!) and no phone call from my parents or any of my numerous siblings. My adopted sister called me and wished me a happy birthday she asked & I told her no one else had called and she got mad (she doesn't talk to my family anymore and it's because of stuff like this). We still had a good chat and then of course she had to go, she's got 4 kids, the youngest and oldest are hers and two middle ones are her step children (they have full custody of them) and her husband has MS so she's pretty much dealing with all the strife of blending a fractured family and dealing with her sick husband all on her own and the two middle kids are still acting up from their supervised visit with bio-mom last weekend so I heard the start of a meltdown happening too...and she's got RA & Fibro too so I'm always praying for her, lemme tell ya.
I still tried to make the best of it and I got a really sweet text from one of my brothers so I wasn't feeling too un-loved, lol. Since I'd been planning pizza for dinner for 3 days I had most of the stuff done the day before so I could make the regular pizzas up quick and be concentrating on this special recipe. It's an alfredo-garlic-parm type sauce with slivered onions, shitake mushrooms and spinach pizza with brie & cheddar & bits of bacon and then when it was done you could sprinkle (if you wanted) tiny bits of avocado and tomato on it with red pepper flakes. I don't know, it just sounded so good :)
I put off cooking dinner until later because it was my birthday and I just felt like it, lol, plus, the only thing I had to do at that point was make the alfredo pizza (the crusts were already done and waiting) and shred the cheddar cheese. So 7 last night I'm putting together these pizzas and get in the fridge to shred the cheddar and nobody got cheese out of the freezer or told me I needed to get cheese out and the nearest store is 30 minutes away. I also found out somebody used the bacon that was crumbled up and ready to go for the pizza for some eggs they made that morning. So no bacon either. I just turned the oven off and walked out of the kitchen before I had a severe meltdown.
Fortunately cheese doesn't take that long to thaw and I'd chilled out enough by 8:30 I'm back in the kitchen finishing up my birthday dinner come hell or high water. My mom called at 8:37 and my son ran back to the room to answer the phone but missed the call so he brought it up and put the voice mail on speaker phone. She was telling me about her chitty day and about my poor poor sister with her bad fibro and sinus infection and it was a hellofa day and she hoped mine went better than theirs. My son looked really astonished and says "Maybe she forgot your birthday". I told him "who knows, let's get this in the oven and I'll go call her back" :(
She never said a thing about my birthday. This is the woman who would call (even if she was in the nut house) to sing you happy birthday to you or your voicemail. Nothing. Not a peep. She just kept going on about my sister (who doesn't really have fibro BUT supposedly has fibro so much worse than me). I ended up cutting it short by letting her know we had to get the pizzas out of the oven. (Which my son does because I don't trust my back for pulling stuff out of the oven anymore) by then it was almost 9:30 and my dad doesn't call anyone after 8:30 so yep, both parents forgot my birthday. I just tried to forget about it and binge watched some Sons of Anarchy and ate my pizza and just called it a night.
I think the worst part of it all is my kids who are now trying to make up for all their previous thoughtlessness are furious at their grandparents and are being super nice to me because they feel sorry for me. Oh, that makes me so sad to type that (sigh). On the bright side, they are finally cleaning the house THANK THE LORD, UNIVERSE, WHOMEVER and they are cooking dinner tonight and cleaning up after themselves too. So I feel kinda bad but things are actually going a lot better in the house than they have been (there's my shiny lining) :)
So again, thank you so much for yesterday, it really really helped save the day :)
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