Happy Birthday to me. Us December babies complain about having a birthday so close to all of the big holidays. It's not great, I grant us that. But because it's not great and everyone knows it we actually get to make a bigger deal out our bdays then we would as June babies, for example.So once again everyone efforted a celebration despite collectively feeling burned-out and crabby. And once again I felt overwhelmingly loved. It wasn't until the next day that I fell pray to the crabby epidemic and spent the next five days sulking. On New Years I purposely went to bed at 11:30.

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