I've enjoyed the excited ministrations of my children and the solicitous helpfulness of my husband, but I have not enjoyed being mostly awake since 1:30 this morning with a sick Fiver. A very sick Fiver.
I will spare you the details -- I'm sure you can imagine them -- but we have gone through almost every towel in the house and there have been many hurried trips to the bucket or the bathroom. And sometimes some not so hurried trips over the side of the bed.
So I guess I didn't spare you the details after all. Sorry.
It's still my birthday for two more hours, and I am the only one awake in the house now. The silence is its own gift.
I'm 33 today, a non-descript age in many ways. It's not a milestone year, I'm not at the "big one" yet. Whatever the big one really is. I know that I've had bigger birthdays, but each one that comes is a better birthday.
It's all good. Very good. I think I'm going to like 33.
** An Ordinary Mom, whose 33rd birthday is today (1/12), had a great idea for her birthday. She is asking for a comment from anyone who reads her blog, even if they are long time lurkers.
I know it's not my official day anymore, but if you are a reader, or if you are a lurker, will you pop out of cyberspace just this once to say hello? I love to hear from you, instead of just seeing you on my sitemeter.
And if you already commented, thank you. I love to see you there!