“Happy Birthday to Me” and Other Sob Stories

Today (or tomorrow if you’re in the U.S. of A.) is my 30th birthday.

Woo. hoo.

We are still in a hotel after 7 weeks of travelling and living out of a suitcase with two small children, one of whom still does not sleep through the night.

Cue the tears.

And we probably won’t get our Household Goods for another 4-5 weeks.

On a positive note, we get to move into our house tomorrow.

But then we will be stranded off post with no transportation until our car gets here.

Did I mention I signed up for a workout & diet challenge that starts TODAY OF ALL DAYS ON MY BIRTHDAY WHEN I JUST WANT TO EAT CAKE???

None of this would be as big of a deal if our youngest wasn’t also currently teething, which translates to: constantly wanting to be on top of me, waking up at all hours hollering, and regressing to leaky poops that rival the infant blowout days.

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.

Edit: Our house failed the inspection so we’re in the hotel for another week. Lord, help us all.