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.