I should start by mentioning this isn’t a “big” birthday year. He’s didn’t celebrate his Sweet 16 or have his first legal drink. He’s not turning the BIG 5-0 or hitting his retirement age of 65. It’s a random birthday, a random age and, in general, unless you’re a 5 year old and counting your years in quarters & halves, it should probably just pass with some well wishes and a few beers.
But hubby, in his ever-so-celebratory way, declared March to be his “Birthday Month”. And he followed up this declaration with a mandate that all people around him must bend to his wishes, heed his requests and support his insanity.
Case in point..
Hubby: “I think we should have burritos tonight”
Me: “But we just had burritos yesterday..”
Hubby: “Yes, but it’s my birthday month”
Me: “Do you think you could pick up the laundry from your side of the bed?”
Hubby: “Nope, sorry…… It’s my birthday month. No laundry shall be picked up”
Me: “Hon, you’re not really gonna wear that, are you?”
Hubby: “You’re not allowed to be mean to me”
Hubby: “You must be nice to me….it’s my birthday month”
Me: “Do we really need to watch the millionth episode in a row of Operation Repo?”
Hubby: “This show is incredibly, stupidly fantastic!”
Me: “But, it’s been on for hours”
Hubby: “Yes it has…. it’s my birthday month”
Hopefully you are getting the picture. I literally had to hear this statement multiple times a day, for all 31 days of March.
Regrettably, use of this ingenious tactic really did deliver some great results. He often got to eat or watch what he wanted. He got people to do extra things for him. People were generally nicer and was he pretty successful at guilting people into letting him have his way. (I just hate when his behavior is rewarded like this…. it’s like conditioning that guarantees we’ll see it again next year…… uggggghhhhhhhh!)
Conversely, I’ve started using similar logic, to declare this to be my birthday year…. but it doesn’t seem to be having the same effect!
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