I had the best super duper birthday ever! I wasn't too enthused about turning the ripe old age of 3-0, but my wonderful husband managed to intercept my nervous breakdown.
You see, it's really hard for someone to get a year older, but when the said person has students saying 21 is "old," you're in trouble. I didn't get much sympathy from my kids. They wanted to throw me a "party" (I use this word lightly) and I nixed that plan quickly. Last Christmas I had 10 pounds of junk food and chocolate (not junk) I had to give away, but I think I was used for an excuse to bring candy to school.
Side note: One of the worst holidays as a teacher is Valentine's day.
Candy + twitterpated kids = awful day full o' drama
Anyway, I had a great birthday. My husband orchestrated the entire event. He's not the most organized person, but this was fantastic planning. He and my parents took care of food, games, and my extended family was there. There was even a pinata. This was the best birthday ever. I sat across from my aunt and we laughed and laughed till I thought I would rupture my spleen.
I love my brand new shiny husband.
