You say it’s your birthday. It’s my birthday TOO!

 This post is in response to Mama Kat’s writer’s workshop prompt, “Angsty”. Which is how sharing a birthday with your husband can make one feel.  Below are 5 reasons why.

…and me too.

That’s right folks.  Hubs and I have the same birthday.  And here we are on our first birthday together; still young, still skinny, still hopelessly hot for each other.  

We had been dating maybe 3 months at this point and sharing a birthday was just as cute and sweet as ever. Right?

Well 10 years later let me just say,

And here’s 5 reasons why:

1.  I no longer have a “ME” day.  I know it is said once you have children your b-day means nothing, which is somewhat true.  But the kids are nicer on that day, your hubs probably takes you to dinner and the waiter sings to you over that molten lava thing.  You get a back rub or at least the first plate at the buffet line. 

 NOT ME!  The waiter doesn’t even believe it is both our birthdays.  Like we concocted some ridiculous scheme to steal two slices of their mediocre, frozen, week old, waxy chocolate wedge.  Its hardly worth the effort to dig out our driver’s licenses to prove it, cause they usually come back with the “one free slice per table” bullshit speech.

Our birthday has become a second anniversary every year, or double Valentine’s Days, or we just agree to forget gifts all together and laugh at the irony of having twins (who would have also shared our birthday had my water waited a week to break).

2.   I haven’t blown out my own candles in 10 years!  Theres that whole superstition about blowing out all your candles with one breath is good luck for a long healthy life.  Well, what if someone else is huffing out the other side of the cake?  Does this mean we are sharing our reserve of years or doubling our luck? 

3.   Not only is our birthday like an Aniversary, but it seems that everyone else treats it as such too, saying things like, “Oh I didn’t want to call you guys on your birthday cause I didn’t want to interrupt your plans.”  Really?  So I shouldn’t call you on your birthday and wish you a happy day because I might be interrupting…ummmm…someone else’s birthday!!!??   or champagne in the honeymoon suite??!! 

4.  We both end up playing our own birthday down for the other’s benefit.  Trying not to take to much of the dimming spot light.  Like if someone actually says Happy Birthday to one of us, we feel obligated to acknowledge that it is our spouses birthday as well.  In turn obligating the well wisher to say it again and hurry away before we ask them to sing twice too.   But I really think we end up jipping ourselves and each other. Afterall, we are kind of glad the other was born.  Kind of.

5.   Then there is the famous question: “So which one of you is older?”  Do you really have to ask?  HELLOOO!  Look at that old fart I’m married to.  He’s totally living out some twisted fantasy being married to me

But there is one great thing about sharing our Birthday: