Thanks for all of your encouragement on my last post, my friends. I really do appreciate it. And I also feel compelled to dispel the myth of my superhuman will power. I just don't have it and I regularly feel like eating a bag of cookies. Not just one or two, the whole stinkin' bag, people. It's why I can't buy anything tasty for the house anymore. Just wanted to put that out there.
Today is my birthday, and I have been having a lovely day, but as we all know, the beat goes on whether it's your birthday or not. So that means school for the big kids, library time for the little kids, after school study groups for Francie, dance class for Sally, and on and on.
The really nice thing about today, though, is that Rob took the day off. All the regular hubbub of a busy day is made so much nicer when you can spend it with your best friend. Plus, he bought me flowers and an iPhone, which is completely fun. (And he also got one for his birthday, which is on Monday.)
When I was a little girl, I wanted everyone to know it was my birthday. I didn't necessarily want stuff, but I wanted people to recognize that it was My Day. (Well, mine and a million other people's, but whatever.)
Then I got older and I went through a phase where I didn't want anyone to know it was my birthday. I was too cool for that. Who cares if it's my birthday?
Now I've reached a happy medium. I don't expect adulation, but I don't mind when people find out either. Which is good, because I think my children have told just about everyone they've encountered today. And they've each come to me separately and wished me a happy birthday multiple times.
I think that's the gift I've liked the best of all. So far, 36 looks really good to me.