I forgot that I was turning 37 this year. Somewhere in the middle of 2017, I decided that I was turning 38 this year. I was convinced that I was turning 38. I attempted to skip 37 altogether. I'm not sure why. I also mostly skipped my birthday this year. Birthdays are a big deal at our house because birthdays were a big to deal to my mom, who always made birthdays special. She would let us choose our favorite dinner and dessert. We would have a birthday dinner. "Happy Birthday" would be sung off-key, and there were presents. Several years ago, I decided I needed a week to celebrate my birthday, so I now have a birthday week, which doesn't necessarily entail presents, but means that I can pick where to go to dinner and what kids movie we happen to watch that week. (Motherhood does define every aspect of my life. Thanks for asking.) I maybe get a whole day to myself to do what I want and eat what I want. It's usually a lovely week or at the very least a lovely day.
38, no, 37
38, no, 37
38, no, 37
I forgot that I was turning 37 this year. Somewhere in the middle of 2017, I decided that I was turning 38 this year. I was convinced that I was turning 38. I attempted to skip 37 altogether. I'm not sure why. I also mostly skipped my birthday this year. Birthdays are a big deal at our house because birthdays were a big to deal to my mom, who always made birthdays special. She would let us choose our favorite dinner and dessert. We would have a birthday dinner. "Happy Birthday" would be sung off-key, and there were presents. Several years ago, I decided I needed a week to celebrate my birthday, so I now have a birthday week, which doesn't necessarily entail presents, but means that I can pick where to go to dinner and what kids movie we happen to watch that week. (Motherhood does define every aspect of my life. Thanks for asking.) I maybe get a whole day to myself to do what I want and eat what I want. It's usually a lovely week or at the very least a lovely day.