a not so happy birthday

And there I go again with the 'not finishing' thing. I should actually update this every once in a while. The thing is ... it's not like I forget about my little blog. It's constantly in the back of my mind. Unfortunately, I fail at making the time to update.

Soooo ... I'm 23 now, and my birthday pretty much sucked ass as it usually does. I have these impossibly, un-realistic expectations on how I want my birthday to be. Every single year my expectations come crashing down on themselves the second I'm not served a decadent breakfast in bed. The rest of my day is always miserable, because I'm already in that kind of "sucky day" mindset. I am a bit of a cranky bitch on my birthday, and this has been going on every single year since I can remember. It really needs to stop making my birthday so absolutely miserable. Of course my lovely, cranky Jeremy didn't help matters any, and ended up leaving me on my oh-so special day. The best part of my day was me sitting on my couch in complete silence (no kids!!) and watching back to back episodes of The Office. If I was smart I would've stayed @ home and declined the dinner invitation at my parent's house. Sitting at home in complete and utter silence wouldn't have been such a bad day. I could have dealt with that. What made my birthday absolutely dreadful was the fact that my grandfather decided today would be the right day to tell me how I'm "stunting my daughter's intelligence" by not allowing her on my computer.  "But, Bree, yooooouuu had access to a computer at that age."

I could go off on a tangent about why I don't allow my 4 year old computer time whenever she wants, but why? In the eyes of my parents they are ultimately "perfect". Their parenting skills are the right ones, and anybody who does anything a little different is going to fail. Personally, I can rest at ease knowing that at the end of the day I am doing my best to raise self-disciplined, independent children.