I Have to Admit

My birthday has come and gone and I have to admit that is wasn't "all bad" as I thought it may be. I actuallly had a nice time. My hubby was being so supportive and trying to anticipate things that I may have wanted or needed. Even my hair stylist was a sweetheart. LOL. And my girls, well they were their usually selves - all full of loves, hugs, and kisses. Not to mention the slew of calls, cards, emails, etc from family and friends wishing me a happy birthday. So of course now I feel bad for being such a . . . .such a. . . such a. . . well less just say I wasn't very nice.

*Sigh* My hubby is all worried about me not because he feels like me staying at home with the girls is beginning to wear on me - which it is - but it's not like he needs to be on *prison suicide watch* or anything, it's not that bad. I think more of my problem is I NEED TO GET OUT period! I mean who wants to be confined to their home all day long? Not me. Heck, the girls don't even like being at home all the time, and my youngest can't even walk. But it's hard to do things when you only have one car. And we've tried the, "get everyone up drive hubby to work and then me stuff all my errands into the day and go pick up hubby after work" thing and that's exhausting. Besides that, the girls are all cranking when they have to get up early and I always feel guilty when I make them. Maybe that's what my problem is, I feel guilty to much about things that I really need not feel guilty about. Then to top it off, I just keep it all to myself and get upset when no one reads my mind to figure out what's wrong. Whew, now how crazy is that? LOL. I had to laugh at that one myself.

Okay, well I guess that's it for now. My youngest is amusing herself by crawling all over the place and praticing her "pull herself up and standing" skills (oooppss and just as I typed that somebody fell down). There is nothing like mommy hugs to make it all better.