Happy Birthday to Me

A less than great birthday so far. Not that I expected fireworks or anything, but you know. We celebrated yesterday by going out to eat, but first we took Sofia to the Children's Museum here in Houston. She's only almost five months, so she couldn't play with most of the stuff, but we mainly took her to see all the other kids and stuff. It was neat. Then we went out to eat, which was a casual thing. Just the three of us. Sofia slept through all of dinner until they brought us the check and she woke up screaming. Poor thing had been kind of cranky a lot of the day. She wasn't her usual smiling self. When we finally got home we took her temperature and she had over 101 degrees! She was burning up! She had been waking up for a couple of hours in the middle of the night for the past few nights, but we didn't think anything of it. Turns out she's sick. My poor angel.

So my day today has basically been taking care of a sick baby. She's in better spirits today now that we have her on the tylenol. Robert had to go to work like he always does on Sundays and I'm left here to think about how old I'm getting all by myself. He doesn't turn 30 until April.

So. Here I am. In a messy house. Sick baby is napping. Only one of my sisters has called me to wish me a happy birthday. I have three sisters and one brother. And one of my only friends from high school that I still talk to occasionally. Which was actually really cool because he had all this dirt on people I knew in high school so we had a good laugh. My cousin text messaged me a happy birthday. My best friend (the only friend from high school that I talk to frequently) still hasn't called. Five bucks says she forgets. It wouldn't be the first time. Oh, well, hopefully the year won't suck.