Birthday Post
Well, today is my birthday. 38.
Do I feel 38? I don't know. Maybe. The number looks foreign to me, so maybe not.
This morning I slept in until 8:00. My teen came to my bed to wake me up with a cuddle and the smell of bacon cooking called me downstairs.
My family greeted me with hugs and smiles, like every morning, and I sat down at the table to eat the most delicious eggs and bacon on a cheese croissant that I have ever eaten. I was gifted a beautiful paper boasting that I was the best mom ever, with reasons written all over it. There were more gifts - candy for my sweet tooth and beef jerky for my carnivorous side. And the declaration of approval for something more, to arrive when the time is right.
The kids who were well headed off to school, and the one who needed to stay in bed, did.
Before he went to work, hubby and I had a long chat session as he folded laundry and I sat, doing nothing but listening. Our weekly catchup sesh, distraction free.
I took a long, hot shower. I didn't rush it, and I kept turning up the hot. And then I took a long time doing my makeup. My hair is beyond help, but we have a system worked out. I spray leave-in conditioning protectant on it, and it does what it wants. Win-win, really; it works right into the "whatever" attitude I'm trying to adopt.
Work happened next, and I managed to get an hour in before I was whisked away for a yummy pho lunch with my mother-in-law and my littlest cutie nephew, who has always reserved a special look just for me. No words, just a little eyebrow crinkle and intense eye contact. I managed to get a few high-fives (well, high-ones...) from him and almost a smile, so I think he might be softening.
For dessert, I had a gummy spider from my gift candies. Sweetest spider I have ever eaten.
I went out into the cold for a drive to the bank (to take out $20), the slurpee store (to break the $20), and to meet up with a friend who was selling me supplies to feed my addiction. My stamping addiction. I blasted the heat in my van until it was burning my hands, but my feet would not warm up. Note to self: October is sock weather.
Back home again to fit more work in before the kids would arrive home. On the table next to me, my phone buzzed non-stop with happy wishes and kind greetings from my friends and family. I am so thankful to have the most thoughtful and kind people with me on this life journey, inspiring me, challenging me, supporting me. I didn't get a lot more work done.
I watched some TV with the kids, and when they switched to video games, I headed to facebook, to messenger, and to my texts to thank everyone for the happy birthdays. I know facebook prompts the happy birthdays, and each one is precious to me. Adult birthdays are just not the same as kid birthdays; just another day like all the rest, really, with all the same responsibilities. It's nice to have people taking time out of their day for a little note of love. I think I need to focus on doing this small act more in my own life; I've not done it for awhile now.
My hubby brought home Wendy's burgers for dinner, and I realized that in one day, I had eaten all the animals. Chicken and pig for breakfast, chicken for lunch, and cow for dinner, with a little more pig. I think that the meat I ate on this day is more meat than I have eaten over the entire last month combined.
After dinner, I went to drive my boys to the Y for their activities, and as I was waiting to turn left out of our alley, a guy threw himself up against the passenger sliding door of my van, and then walked along the rest of the block flipping me the bird. I was in shock for a second, thought about chasing him down the sidewalk...in my van...but then settled on driving slowly along beside him blowing him kisses, because that was less likely to get me jail time. He walked with his middle finger up on one hand, and the other hand covering his eyes. Even as he crossed a side road. Crazy. I think he was afraid I was going to take his picture. Guilty, much?
The rest of the evening was low-key. I hung out with my new stamp set, made a couple of cards, drank Coke and drank water, and facebooked a bit while my hubby did laundry (best gift ever!) and baked my birthday cake (we'll eat it tomorrow). I am heading to bed earlier than normal because I am exhausted and nauseous.
38 so far...lots of meat, cold, love, and an early bedtime. I'm feeling older already.
Do I feel 38? I don't know. Maybe. The number looks foreign to me, so maybe not.
This morning I slept in until 8:00. My teen came to my bed to wake me up with a cuddle and the smell of bacon cooking called me downstairs.
My family greeted me with hugs and smiles, like every morning, and I sat down at the table to eat the most delicious eggs and bacon on a cheese croissant that I have ever eaten. I was gifted a beautiful paper boasting that I was the best mom ever, with reasons written all over it. There were more gifts - candy for my sweet tooth and beef jerky for my carnivorous side. And the declaration of approval for something more, to arrive when the time is right.
The kids who were well headed off to school, and the one who needed to stay in bed, did.
Before he went to work, hubby and I had a long chat session as he folded laundry and I sat, doing nothing but listening. Our weekly catchup sesh, distraction free.
I took a long, hot shower. I didn't rush it, and I kept turning up the hot. And then I took a long time doing my makeup. My hair is beyond help, but we have a system worked out. I spray leave-in conditioning protectant on it, and it does what it wants. Win-win, really; it works right into the "whatever" attitude I'm trying to adopt.
Work happened next, and I managed to get an hour in before I was whisked away for a yummy pho lunch with my mother-in-law and my littlest cutie nephew, who has always reserved a special look just for me. No words, just a little eyebrow crinkle and intense eye contact. I managed to get a few high-fives (well, high-ones...) from him and almost a smile, so I think he might be softening.
For dessert, I had a gummy spider from my gift candies. Sweetest spider I have ever eaten.
I went out into the cold for a drive to the bank (to take out $20), the slurpee store (to break the $20), and to meet up with a friend who was selling me supplies to feed my addiction. My stamping addiction. I blasted the heat in my van until it was burning my hands, but my feet would not warm up. Note to self: October is sock weather.
Back home again to fit more work in before the kids would arrive home. On the table next to me, my phone buzzed non-stop with happy wishes and kind greetings from my friends and family. I am so thankful to have the most thoughtful and kind people with me on this life journey, inspiring me, challenging me, supporting me. I didn't get a lot more work done.
I watched some TV with the kids, and when they switched to video games, I headed to facebook, to messenger, and to my texts to thank everyone for the happy birthdays. I know facebook prompts the happy birthdays, and each one is precious to me. Adult birthdays are just not the same as kid birthdays; just another day like all the rest, really, with all the same responsibilities. It's nice to have people taking time out of their day for a little note of love. I think I need to focus on doing this small act more in my own life; I've not done it for awhile now.
My hubby brought home Wendy's burgers for dinner, and I realized that in one day, I had eaten all the animals. Chicken and pig for breakfast, chicken for lunch, and cow for dinner, with a little more pig. I think that the meat I ate on this day is more meat than I have eaten over the entire last month combined.
After dinner, I went to drive my boys to the Y for their activities, and as I was waiting to turn left out of our alley, a guy threw himself up against the passenger sliding door of my van, and then walked along the rest of the block flipping me the bird. I was in shock for a second, thought about chasing him down the sidewalk...in my van...but then settled on driving slowly along beside him blowing him kisses, because that was less likely to get me jail time. He walked with his middle finger up on one hand, and the other hand covering his eyes. Even as he crossed a side road. Crazy. I think he was afraid I was going to take his picture. Guilty, much?
The rest of the evening was low-key. I hung out with my new stamp set, made a couple of cards, drank Coke and drank water, and facebooked a bit while my hubby did laundry (best gift ever!) and baked my birthday cake (we'll eat it tomorrow). I am heading to bed earlier than normal because I am exhausted and nauseous.
38 so far...lots of meat, cold, love, and an early bedtime. I'm feeling older already.
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