Bipolar, but still Christian : Just Another Challege

It's birthday month in both our families. ( There are multiple birthdays in that month) I just love birthdays. It's funny because my brother said something to me last year about outgrowing them and I thought why would someone want to do that. Grant it when you're turning 34 instead of 14 things are a little different. I won't get together with friends or get any cards telling me I look like a monkey. I'll spend time with my family. My boys will make me something, my husband will attempt to get me what I asked for, and I'll get to go out to eat. A couple of years ago I added the I should not have to bake my own cake rule . I bake each family member whatever kind of cake they want and make them a dinner of their choosing. When it's my turn, I really don't want to make my own even if I don't get exactly my favorite. The kid inside me still likes to get presents, but NOT if my loved ones can't afford them. I am happy to get a card even if it...

When I was little my mother turned a long closet into a playroom for me. It even had a light switch. She set up my doll bed, high chair, and play stove. My big dolls where lined up in there. I was content in there for a long time. I don't remember when it got changed back into a closet or why, but I imagine I got too big for it. She was always trying to think of ways to keep me occupied because I had a tendency to drive my brothers nuts. Eventually she trained my one brother to be the find her something to do person. I remember wanting to learn to roller skate, but being too chicken to do it. My brother and I tried it inside holding on to two walls in between us. I finally got it well enough to move to the driveway. I just loved roller skating after that. OK so that is a silly story, but I want to show my life wasn't all bad. I just don't remember the good stuff as well as the bad.