Sooooo, my 25th birthday was yesterday. Over the last few years, I've grown not to expect anything special for my birthday since Farmer Man is just BAD in that department, not helped at all by the fact that my birthday (and Mother's Day) falls smack dab in the middle of one of his insanely busy parts of the year. I wasn't expecting anything this year either, although, like usual, I ended up crying a little bit about before the day was out. Farmer Man was in the field all day and I was at home alone with the kids, just like any other day of the week. BUT! I had one thing special planned that just happened to fall on my birthday and that was attending a concert by one of my favorite bands in a city only 75 miles away (trust me, that's close, we don't get groups like Kutless up here an awful lot!). Since Farmer Man was working, I had plans to leave the kids with a sitter and meet up with some friends at this concert. All was going well, the thought of getting to go to this concert in the evening made the rest of the day ok until, dun dun duuuuuun... I had the kids all cleaned up and ready to leave for the babysitter's, I was all dressed up, makeup applied, the works. Go outside to my Jeep and the tire is flat. Flat, flat, flat. Like, sliced open flat, simply airing it up wasn't gonna work. So strap the kids into their car seats and get to work getting the jack out, getting the spare off, etc. Go to loosen the lug nuts and one of them won't budge. I jump up and down on the wrench, trying to loosen it, and only succeed in bending the poor wrench. Ok, fine, moved the kids and all the junk over to DH's pickup- only to find out that it won't start. Won't even turn over. So I call him rather frantically and he says he has the battery disconnected for some reason or another. Now all of the pent-up frustration about it being my birthday and wanting it to be a LITTLE bit special, not to mention the preggo hormones, take over and I begin to bawl because I do NOT deal with car batteries. I hate using jumper cables or anything of the sort. I have this irrational phobia of being shocked. He tells me how to reconnect that battery, but I'm shaking so bad that the washers fall off the bolt, down into the engine. Of course, I'm still crying. So he says he's going to call the neighbor man to come help me. Neighbor man comes over to change the tire on the Jeep (at the point, I am 45 minutes behind schedule), I switch the kids BACK over to the Jeep, but the neighbor man can't loosen the lug nuts. By the time he's done wrenching around with it, it's almost time for the concert to start and I'm still at home, 75 miles away, haven't even dropped the kids off yet. I ask the neighbor man if he can connect the battery on the pickup for me, but he's kind of set in his ways, wants to change the tire, doesn't want me to drive the pickup because it's not registered (I was going to drive over to where Farmer Man had the other pickup, which is registered, and swap out vehicles again). At that point, I surrender to fate, thank the neighbor man for his help, trundle the kids inside again (they're crying too because they were looking forward to playing at their friends' house), and have a good cry. No Kutless concert for me. My birthday evening was spent as any other evening, supper for the kids, cleaning up, bedtime, Farmer Man doesn't get home until 9:30 (which is actually pretty early). My friend texts me a picture of the concert and says they're rocking out.
Sooooo, yeah, that was my birthday and this morning I'm still bummed out about it. Farmer Man always says he's gonna make up for being so busy and do something special for my birthday later, but it never happens, and there certainly won't be any more chances for Kutless concerts anytime soon. Boo. I know it's not the worst birthday anybody's ever had, but it was pretty bad. Or maybe I'm just pathetic and lame.
Anybody got a bad birthday story to share?