Remember when we used to get excited about our upcoming birthdays? Especially the monumental ones (16, 18, 21). And really, every birthday from 21 to 29, when we could drink legally and thought we were hot $hit and actual adults. And we always had some fabulous plans with friends or family that involved us in a tiara and everyone serving us cheese & wine while throwing rose petals at our feet. (Okay, maybe that was just me.....in a dream).
But after my 30th, when I got knocked up (my husband refers to that as the gift that keeps on giving), it's really gone downhill.
And, now, I am officially "COUGAR" status (I think). Somewhere in between 35 and 40 (a girl never tells her real age). Really, this is all I have left. And I don't even look the part.
I had these delusions of grandeur last night that I would wake up to a clean house, a nanny feeding my children breakfast, a masseuse waiting for me, a personal assistant to attend to all my needs for the day.......listen, I qualified them as 'delusions'.
Since those things clearly didn't, and won't, happen, my plans for today are as follows (please contain your excitement and remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop):
1. I began the day screaming at the neighbor for revving his mustang engine for 5 effing minutes, while my 2 year old, by the Grace of God, is still asleep
2. I am currently tuning out my 6 year old who can't function unless he is in the same room as me.....talking nonstop about God knows what. Today's opener: "Happy Birthday mom. Do you know the name for a female dog? It starts with a B and ends with 'itch'. I'm serious. It's in the bible". wtf?
3. I have to clean the kitchen, empty & reload the dishwasher (refer to photograph), wash & fold laundry......because if I don't do it today, it'll still be there tomorrow......which is a holiday....which means both kids are home. All day. With me.
4. I have to go to the gym and burn off 500 calories just so I can consume wine tonight. And, yes, it will be the entire bottle. I even splurged - $8!
5. I'm going to pick up a birthday cake, for my family, because I can't eat it, because my ass already has it's own zip code.
6. My husband says he'll be home "usual" time tonight, which is somewhere between 6:30 and 7. Which means I'll be making dinner. For my family. Because I'll be having lettuce.
Happy. Friggin'. Birthday.
Happpy Birthday to a beautiful, talented, gifted, coug (err woman). You are a gift to all who know you. Now get your zip code to the gym, and take on the day.
ReplyDeleteYou are loved.
I'm cracking up at your splurge wine. You sound like me.
ReplyDeleteHope you got some peace somewhere today.
Happy Birthday Darling!
ReplyDeleteDidn't you know that when you get to a certain age you're allowed to celebrate all week long? Put the laundry down!!! Blowing kisses and lifting my Cup Up to you! xoxo
well happy birthday lovely lady. just remember, there's always a bottle of wine at the end of the tunnel. somewhere alongs the lines "light" got mixed up with the word "wine". something about how they're very similar in latin or something. what do i look like, a historian? i read it somewhere so it MUST be true.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! I adore my birthdays, but they are kind of bummers, since everybody lumps me in with the Christmas holidays. (I was born Dec. 14). This year, my husband has promised to take me out to eat and do something fun.I think I'll borrow a couple of your delusions and hope my mother doesn't send me another live gardenia this year.
ReplyDeleteI feel like #4 is the story of my life!
ReplyDeleteI just found you via SITS Facebook post & decided to give you a follow too!
Best,
Brooke
http://cupcakecucumber.blogspot.com
I'm so sorry I missed your big day! Happy late birthday, and I hope all your wishes came true. Okay, what I really hope is that your husband made it home in time to put the kids to bed so you could take a bath with your wine :)
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