It seems like turning 16 just happened to me yesterday. Well, for that matter, so does turning 21, 30, 40, and even 42, but… man. What are the odds that I would wake up today and it is my birthday once again?
One in three hundred and sixty-five, give or take.
Birthdays usually make me nostalgic. They make me contemplative. The put me in the mood to evaluate where I’ve been and where I am and where I want to go. They remind me that everybody is getting older and that time is passing and that life goes on even though we are all going to die eventually.
I’m just kidding about the last part, even though it is true. If you didn’t know already, I’m one of those pessimists masquerading as an optimist, with a heaping dose of sarcasm sprinkled on top.
Anyway, I have decided this year to forego the standard contemplation exercises of life and death and accomplishments and failures. I shall instead spend the day making the most of it and enjoying the heck out of it and treating myself like a queen, like so many of my very smart Facebook friends have suggested already. The kids all gathered in the kitchen before school and presented me with an awesome card that they made, which made me very happy and smiley-faced for a multitude of reasons. Especially because one kid felt the need to sign his full name, because… “Who knows if you will remember who I am?” I busted out the bread machine and started baking the first honey wheat loaf of the season to go with a tray of lasagna I plan on making for dinner. And Sheepdog promised me a professional massage (his are decidedly un-professional, I assure you) this weekend. All good stuff.
After school the kids have tutoring and ballet and baseball and football, so I’ll likely spend many of the evening hours in my car. But that is okay, because I will use that time to hang out and talk with my goofy kids, making memories and sharing experiences with them. Likely that will make me want to kill some, if not all, of them by bedtime, so maybe Sheepdog can take over before that happens and I will enjoy a glass of wine or two. Then Sheepdog and I can hang out and talk before I finally climb into my super-comfy bed, which is getting switched over today with my favorite seasonal down comforter, courtesy of the Frost on the Pumpkin (it was 37 ° when we woke up this morning!). Hopefully, I will drift off to a pleasant dream-filled, yet uninterrupted (by children, husband, or the need to pee), full night of sleep.
Now, that sounds like a very Happy Birthday indeed.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…