Happy Birthday -- wait, not quite

Tomorrow is my birthday. However, today should have been. "Huh?" you think. "What is she talking about?"

I would have been the third person in my family born on May 6th. The first person born on this date was my maternal great-grandmother's sister, my Aunt Maisie. Next, was my mother's father, my grandfather Neil. Then there was going to me.

My grandfather was hoping that I would be born on the same day as he, but it seems he and my mother had a massive argument prior to my birth. She went into labor on the afternoon of the 6th and all hell broke loose baby-wise late into the night. My mom, being the pistol that she is, refused to give her father the satisfaction of having one of his grandchildren born on his birthday so she "held me back" so to speak until two minutes after midnight on May 7th. Now I have never had a child, but I can imagine that was no easy feat.

My mother is the kindest person in the world, however once she is crossed she is formidable. Plain and simple, don't mess with Jo-Ann...you won't win.