I turned forty-one yesterday, and I didn’t feel too fantastic about it…

I never really handle birthdays, or holidays well, or celebrations in general. Yesterday hit me really hard though. I took Agnes out to pick up dinner, and pick up a birthday cake and cupcakes, I just didn’t feel like baking. I picked up a few of my favorite candies for presents, and grabbed some groceries as well. We were expecting even more snow, and I’ve been running through the pantry.

Dinner was good, the cake was o.k., the whole evening just felt off… I counted the minutes until the kids were finally in bed, and I could end the day.

We are still snowed in today, the kids are home doing school online, and I’m attempting tasks with frozen pipes. We have had really challenging winter weather this last week, and I think it is adding to my stress, and sadness. Its just been a really long week…