Sunday, August 05, 2007
I Most Certainly Do NOT Have Two Heads
Today is my birthday. I turned 43. 43? How could this be?
I would like to tell you that the number above you doesn't really bother me, but it does.
I don't feel 43.
In my heart I still feel 23. That doesn't really seem fair.
Until someone reminded me of this.
It is better to be 43 and feel 23 then to be 43 and feel 63.
I have to agree. So I have decided to be thankful for this number.
After all, isn't 40 the new 30 or something like that? My mom reminded me that when she turned 43 she hadn't even conceived me yet. Her 40's were her favorite time of life.
Something to definitely think about.
What, you might ask, did I do for my birthday?
Before I answer I must post a warning. If you read this you will truly understand my weirdness and what a complete nerd I actually am.
OK, you have been warned.
Dave asked me what I wanted for my birthday sometime last week. I knew immediately.
I want you and the kids to help me clean out all the kitchen cupboards on Saturday.
He looked at me quite pitifully as if to say "Wouldn't you prefer if we just bought you something"?
I have been trying to get my kitchen cupboards cleaned out for over a year. Something always seems to come up and I just don't have the time.
There level of disorganization was really getting to me and every time I had to find something in the disorganized mess I found myself feeling stressed and unhappy.
Hence, my birthday request.
Now, I would like to tell you that the children jumped into this project with enthusiasm and agreed to my request out of great love.
However, they did not.
They complained and wined on and on. There Dad was getting madder by the minute and yelling things like "Your Mom does everything for you, can't you do this one thing for her!"
The guilt job worked and together we had all the cupboards (I still have to work on the drawers) cleaned out in a few hours.
I am a much happier mommy now.
This morning we went to church and then Zach had a baseball game in the afternoon. After his game we went to the mall for a while and then out to dinner.
Where the waitress made me some sort of Trojan princess warrior head piece to wear that my family found very amusing.
The little girl in the next booth got a cute princess tiara with lace.
I guess when you are 43 you no longer qualify for that one.
My family thought today's birthday celebration was much better than yesterday's slave labor version.
Go figure?
I would like to tell you that the number above you doesn't really bother me, but it does.
I don't feel 43.
In my heart I still feel 23. That doesn't really seem fair.
Until someone reminded me of this.
It is better to be 43 and feel 23 then to be 43 and feel 63.
I have to agree. So I have decided to be thankful for this number.
After all, isn't 40 the new 30 or something like that? My mom reminded me that when she turned 43 she hadn't even conceived me yet. Her 40's were her favorite time of life.
Something to definitely think about.
What, you might ask, did I do for my birthday?
Before I answer I must post a warning. If you read this you will truly understand my weirdness and what a complete nerd I actually am.
OK, you have been warned.
Dave asked me what I wanted for my birthday sometime last week. I knew immediately.
I want you and the kids to help me clean out all the kitchen cupboards on Saturday.
He looked at me quite pitifully as if to say "Wouldn't you prefer if we just bought you something"?
I have been trying to get my kitchen cupboards cleaned out for over a year. Something always seems to come up and I just don't have the time.
There level of disorganization was really getting to me and every time I had to find something in the disorganized mess I found myself feeling stressed and unhappy.
Hence, my birthday request.
Now, I would like to tell you that the children jumped into this project with enthusiasm and agreed to my request out of great love.
However, they did not.
They complained and wined on and on. There Dad was getting madder by the minute and yelling things like "Your Mom does everything for you, can't you do this one thing for her!"
The guilt job worked and together we had all the cupboards (I still have to work on the drawers) cleaned out in a few hours.
I am a much happier mommy now.
This morning we went to church and then Zach had a baseball game in the afternoon. After his game we went to the mall for a while and then out to dinner.
Where the waitress made me some sort of Trojan princess warrior head piece to wear that my family found very amusing.
The little girl in the next booth got a cute princess tiara with lace.
I guess when you are 43 you no longer qualify for that one.
My family thought today's birthday celebration was much better than yesterday's slave labor version.
Go figure?
Labels: birthdays
16 Comments:
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday! Yes, 40 is definitely the new 30!
Happy Birthday!! Sounds like your dinner was really fun!!
My mother always said that turning 30 bothered her much more than 40!!
Happy Birthday! I don't think wanting organization for a present is weird at all.
We have the same birthday! LOL I'm 36, so I guess I should be happy with that, right? It actually doesn't bother me, what bothers me is that I am married to someone who is closing in on 40, lol. I feel to young to be married to someone who is almost 40.
(I must clarify the difference between "young" and "immature" I feel old, but I am immature, hehe)
I ask every year for the house to be cleaned for me, but I never really get it. Supposedly they cleaned for me, but I couldn't see it.
I hope you had as great of a birthday as I did! I got sang to at Applebees, and they give out cute little note pads to the birthday girls!
Happy Birthday! I think manual labor is a great present. Good idea!
Happy Birthday! Great gift. I'm afraid my OCD would not allow someone else to clean my cabinets...I'm a bit of a control freak, and I will admit it! HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!
Happy Birthday!
Us kids would always get so frustrated with our mom when we asked her what she wanted for her birthday/mother's day etc.
She would always say something like, No fighting or A clean house. Now I completely understand!
Happy belated birthday!
Happy, happy belated birthday!!
Happy birthday! What a great birthday request from you! I bet next year they just buy you something without asking what you want!....but at least your cupboards are organized!!
Happy Bday!!!! And yes, I agree with deedra...you'll totally get a gift card next year...:))
Happy birthday! I say any excuse to get the kids to work out of obligation is a good one. :)
Happy, Happy Birthday! You and I would be the same age if I hadn't decided to start counting back down a year or two ago.
And I still feel 20, too!
You and I choose the same types of birthday gifts, for sure! A couple of birthdays ago, Big Daddy detailed my car for me, at my request. And this year, I'm almost sure that my birthday "request" involved some type of chore or project. It's like being Queen for a Day, isn't it?
ENJOY!
Hey, you have to be careful what you say on a 'public' blog!! :-)
How do you at a mere 43 know what it feels like to be 63??? LOL
I am facing my 60th birthday in two weeks and I can tell you I feel no different at 60 than I did at 40 or 30 !! Just sooooo much wiser!!LOL
I wish you a very blessed Happy Birthday!!and I think your birthday gift idea was great!!
I happened on your blog by 'accident' a few weeks ago when you posted about wanting to adopt from Russia. My husband was born in the Ukraine..so I am very interested in watching how your story unfolds... I shall be watching and praying!!
Happy Birthday! (And I love your gift, LOL.)
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