My Birthday and Satan Medicine

Yesterday was my birthday. I am the big 27! I'm not sure why everyone always says "the big" in front of their age. I had the best birthday I've had in a while. I always love birthday's. But the older you get the less exciting they are. Last year everyone forgot my birthday. My hubby and my two older brother's were the only one's who remembered. I can't hold it against one person for not remembering because I'm bad at remembering people's birthdays. It's just sad when everyone forgets at one time. This year everyone remembered. I had a bunch of calls and messages. The best part was when I woke up. Woodstock and I had been talking about my birthday the day before. He was very excited and went to the store with the hubby to buy everything to make me a cake. Tuesday I woke up to Woodstock smiling and rubbing my cheek. I opened my eyes and he said, "happy birthday mommy! I love you soo much". It melted my heart. He knew it too because the next question was, could he have chocolate milk and M&M's for breakfast. And I let him too. It was my birthday, don't judge me. Normally being woke up like this would be sweet but it was extra sweet on this day. Woodstock has had one sickness after another for about a month. Which means pretty whiny. Plus it's winter and being couped up a lot doesn't help. However things had just been getting worse. Woodstock is not the best behaved child but he's pretty good. He is most definitely always super sweet. The main things he gets in trouble for is getting into/climbing things and being too anal. He gets really upset when his sister doesn't do things just the way he thinks they should be done or she messes his things up. For example he'll organize all the toys and she'll come in and heaven forbid get something to play with. Anyway, for like a week he went beyond whining to yelling at me when he wanted something and constantly crying or screaming about something. The hubby thought it was a phase. Which scared me! I had just told my mom a couple of days ago I was really beginning to question my parenting skills. He was that bad. Everything changed on my birthday. He woke up happy and sweet and was pretty much that way all day. I thought it was just a special birthday gift from God. Then last night I got a call from a friend of mine who has a child the same age. She said they just put her son on a steroid and told me the doctor warned her they might make her child a little evil. Woodstock had been on that same steroid for a week and ended it the day before my birthday. Who knew a medicine could bring out Satan in your child. This might be common knowledge to everyone else. But if you're like me and had no idea, just remember this when you give your child a steroid. Today he's still happy, sweet, and behaving. It must of been the medicine. Dear God I pray it was the medicine!