The day after a birthday can be so depressing. The day before is the anticipation that 'hey- it's my time in the spotlight'. Then you get to enjoy that time- for the little time you actually do and then the day after is 'geeze- that was quick'. It's never enough time (at least for me).
What do you do when your mom makes you feel more special than your spouse? I mean c'mon- using my birthday as an excuse to buy a dvd burner for our old crappy pc? Really? Well so be it. I'll just do some retail therapy on my upcoming days off- as that always seems to fit the bill & I HATE shopping!