They say you're lucky to have a Christmas Eve birthday. Siguradong laging may handa at regalo.


I don't know, I really must be getting old. The handa and the regalo on my birthday suddenly didn't matter. I resisted all plans of having a party. For a gift, all I wanted was a day of peace and quiet, a day when I can sit idly or lie in bed without guilt. I wanted to be a lady of leisure for just a day.


(That isn't to say my husband is a slave-driver though. The decision to be a multi-tasker, OC worker is mine entirely.)


The days before my birthday have been pretty hectic. Lugging around a 24-week baby while preparing for a 120-head Christmas party, on top of everything else (minding the boys' school work, doing household chores, shopping for gifts and Christmas give aways and raffle prizes, attending parties, etc etc) was just draining, I suppose. The idea of cooking, entertaining, and going out was suddenly so unappealing.


So on my birthday, I just rested. I spent the day in raggedy clothes, mostly in bed, staring at the ceiling. Normally I would have gone crazy within hours of doing that, but by golly, did I ENJOY it. I did have a Happy Birthday. :)