You know how for some people birthdays are like, no big deal? Just another day of the week.
Yeah. I'm totally not one of those.
I've always been glad that my birthday is usually on/close to Thanksgiving because I firmly believe no one should work on my big day. Certainly not me.
So when our girl was born in August, I was happy for her. Birthdays filled with sunshine and no school. Of course, it might be an eensy-weensy bit humid. But still. Birthday parties in the park or in a pool (if we ever have one..they don't fit too well on Brooklyn rooftops) seemed guaranteed for her future.
Only...August is when lots of people want to skip town. Sort of a farewell to summer type thing. A last hurrah, if you will. Lots of A's little buddies will be on vacation and unable to attend. Which makes me sad.
And then there are those pesky hurricanes.
Why are hurricanes a problem if you don't live in say, New Orleans or Florida? Because eventually those hurricanes move north...usually in the form of big tropical depressions. And right now, as we speak...Hurricane Bill is getting itself all frothed up in the Atlantic, heading for Bermuda. Which isn't that terribly far from us.
Does this mean that A's party is destined to be in our little apartment? Stay tuned. Of course, this will mean less schlepping for us. But still. I think our girl deserves a sunshine day. As an August baby, it's her birthright.
Birthday Person that I am, I'm checking weather.com like a madwoman. Is once an hour considered excessive?
I'm taking a poll. When's the best month or birthdays? The worst?