Well. This is it. It’s almost 11:00 Pacific time so I have just over one hour left to be 33. Tomorrow is my birthday (woot woot!) and 34 will be my new norm. What will 34 feel like!? I’m sure it will be such a huge change. I bet I won’t even recognize myself tomorrow when I wake up. I’ll look so ….. mature?
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to start going to bed at night before mid-night.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to stop eating my kids’ leftovers. Especially the spiral mac-n-cheese.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to really learn how to use my computer and camera instead of just faking it all the time.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to start learning the real lyrics to songs instead of just singing my own versions.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to stop eating a turkey sandwich every day for lunch and start mixing it up a bit.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to pay attention to Kenny when he starts talking about finances instead of just completely tuning him out and going to my own little happy place in my head where budgets and savings don’t exist.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to stop speeding and to be a much more cautious driver.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to learn actual directions and stop relying on my passengers to get me where I need to be (especially since my most frequent passenger isn’t even a year old yet).
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to enjoy cooking.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to stop dreaming about being the star of So You Think You Can Dance and practicing in my kitchen every now and then when nobody is looking.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to feel like a real mom and wife instead of just a kid who is playing house and totally winging it most of the time.
Maybe I’ll finally be old enough to stop feeling positively giddy every time a holiday is around the corner.
Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and realize that I’m not finally old enough for any of that stuff. Maybe I’ll finally be old enough for all of that when I turn 35. :)
My adorable friends took me out for dinner last night to celebrate at my favorite restaurant. It took us over 15 phone calls and text messages to finally realize there wasn’t one night this week that everyone could make it, so we were missing a few friends. Our solution to that little problem? Two dinners. You all know I have no problem spreading my celebration out for as long as is humanly possible. :)
Here we are last night…
And the year before that… (K – I’m a WHALE in this picture. I so remember my birthday wish last year. Get. this. baby. OUT!)
And here we are the year before that.
We haven’t changed much and I’m glad. I LOVE these girls just the way they are. Shari made me the most delicious homemade yellow cake with chocolate frosting (my favorite) and we ate cake and chatted and laughed the night away. They had to kick us out of the restaurant which seems to be the norm for us. :) I had successfully lost two pounds in the last few weeks and after this week I’m quite sure I will have successfully gained them right back. But it wouldn’t be a true birthday without a little weight gain — right?
Maybe tomorrow on my birthday I’ll finally be old enough to stop telling myself it’s perfectly ok to pig out at certain major milestones in my life.
Maybe I’ll also finally be old enough to stop thinking that about every two weeks is a major milestone in my life.
Bet that comes at age 35 too. :)