Best Birthday Ever, I can tell already

I wake up to a crying Jacob who won't let me put him down, not even so that I can pee.

While I'm in the bathroom, I can hear Katelyn crying "I want my mama!  I want my mama!"

Both of the crying kids join me in my closet while I try to figure out what I'm going to wear to work today.  It's hard to think over the crying.  I ask Katelyn, "Guess whose birthday it is today?" and she asks, "Who?" I point to myself and she gets sad.  She says, "But I want to blow out the candles."  I tell her, "Forget it."

*Alfred has not said a word to me all morning.  Snatches the crying boy away from my closet and brings him downstairs.

I get the kids dressed and put them in Alfred's car.  Nothing from Desiree either.  *sigh*

Go into the house and start tidying up.  Finally, Alfred comes up to me and says gruffly "I'm leaving now.  Happy birthday."  Gives me a peck on the lips and leaves.  

Opens up door again to holler "Don't forget that the trash needs to be taken out today!"  I didn't answer. "Sherry!"  OK! "Oh, did you say something the first time?  Coz I didn't hear you." Shuts door.  Cue tears.

It really doesn't help that I'm PMS-ing.  I shouldn't even really care.  I don't usually care about my birthday.  Damn hormones.

On the bright side.... I woke up to 9 birthday greetings on Facebook.  

*Long story that I'm NOT going to share about an argument we had last night.