Nope, not G's birthday. His is the 26th of this month. The 13th is my 35th birthday. While in no way as troublesome as 29 was to me, 35 definitely feels a little heavy.
My mom had me when she was 35, so as a kid, the age seemed old. I always imagined her looking a little worn and haggard, exactly the way I look now....in desperate need of a haircut, sloppily dressed, sans cosmetics.
And 35 is the magical "advanced maternal age" number, so even though I won't really feel put out to pasture until 40, I can feel my cells aging a little faster than they did even a couple days ago.
My plans for the weekend include going to my mom and dad's tomorrow for a family feast---roast and cupcakes (and a couple side dishes thrown in between). Saturday I have requested a couple hours worth of shopping time by myself to purchase coordinating outfits for a family picture. D and I are going out to dinner on Sunday night to a real restaurant....not Qdoba, not Fazoli's. A restaurant with linen tablecloths, expensive bottles of wine, mood music. The only bad thing about this is I will have to clean up a little bit (which is the one thing I adore about being a stay-at-home mom---I can be a total scrub and nobody questions my hygiene habits---they assume it is lack of time, when in fact it is lack of interest).
So happy birthday to me. Here's to 35 more.
2 comments:
Happy birthday!
I remember when 35 seemed really old too. Now I think that 60 seems young...because my partents are 60 and they are still doing cool things like leaving for 3 weeks in Europe.
I tend to think like Giselle, but birthdays have never been a big deal for me. The big 40 is looming ahead for me this year..so that may change. Now that Giselle brought it up I am a little concerned since I'll still have 2 kids in college at 60:( Don't see 3 week trips to Europe in my near future!
Beth
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