Turning 21 isn’t all that great.

I use to always think that turning 21 would be a blast. I’m talking about so much fun, parties, alcohol, family and friends being with you. Being 21 isn’t any different than any other age, except now I can buy alcohol myself and not telling other people to do it for me.

I did not have fun on my 21st birthday which wasn’t but yesterday. I figured I’d have so much fun since my family was pumped about it... Nope, negative ghost rider. Not fun. I mean, I get other people have things to do and worry about and I’m not the center of the attention, but don’t get me pumped about my birthday and then when it comes, we don’t do anything.

Plus, I have a kiddo who needs me and wants me with her and I’m not like those other moms who just throws my kiddo on other people just to run off and have the time of my life. I honestly don’t get how parents can do that. I’m guessing they’re just inconsiderate and not responsible. Being a mom comes first. I think that after having my little girl, I just gave up on celebrating birthdays. Or maybe after I settled down.

Or maybe after I realized I’m not like all the typical people who go out for every birthday. Or maybe after I realized I’ve never really had that wonderful experience with birthdays. I don’t know what the reason may be, but whatever it is, I guess that is perfectly okay with me. I get to make sure my kiddo has the best birthdays that I never had.

I do have plans with my husband for just 2 days-1 night, to go have fun. Thankfully my grandmother will watch my kiddo and I will be able to celebrate being 21. Who knows. I just feel like it’s the same birthday, same stuff. No big change. Then again, I’m not a party animal. I do drink, just with immediate family, including my hubby. I hate going out. Homebody over here.

Turning 21 isn’t all that great. To me anyway. Other people just think its to stuff. They go all out for it. I honestly haven’t even bought my first bottle of alcohol. But yeah, happy belated 21stbirthday to me.