I've been lazy lately. Perhaps it's the ides of March... or maybe I'm just lazy.
I had a birthday. Actually, I've had many birthdays. 31 to be exact, or is it 32? I did have a birth day on the day I was born, right? Anyway, I'm 31 years old now. I have to say that turning 31 wasn't nearly so traumatic as turning 30. I guess I've come to terms with my gray hairs.
I made the mistake of being honest when my kids asked how old I am now. In their eyes, it's cool to be so old and they have been telling anyone that will listen just how old I am. Thanks kids.
My sister was thoughtful enough to make me a nice chocolate cake, and I think she kind of hinted that it would be nice to not have to make her own cake when her day rolls around again. Remind me in September, would you?
I think it kind of bothered my kids that I wasn't planning a birthday bash. My kindergarten son has now been introduced to the theme birthdays, complete with games and party favors, and he thinks I should be doing the same. He even offered to invite some of his buddies over for my party. Just what I want for my birthday, a bunch of sugar jazzed six year old boys tearing my house apart. No thank you. I would like a half hour to myself to just sit in my room and do whatever. Read a magazine... doodle garden plans... stare out the window...
Instead, my son gave me ten pennies, my daughter gave me a hug and kiss (several times over) and they both wrote me letters and cards, with my help of course. The husband, he brought me flowers... tulips, which I love. He also gave me a giant container of nutella, which I also love. On top of that, he gave me two, that's right, two cards. That's how much he loves me. I was wondering what took him so long at the store. Now I know, he was reading cards and I have to say, the gushy one he picked was perfect. I hope he actually read it. I know guys that just grab the flowery-est card they see and slap their name on it. I do know that he read the humorous one.
All things considered, it was a good birthday.