*Disclaimer* Please do not be offended by this post if you are older than me.
Today is the day. I turned 30 today. Yikes. I know, I know 30 isn't that old. Really it isn't. And if anyone else tells me their age and it is over 30 I certainly don't consider them old. This hang up for me is strictly in my own personal context. I remember when my mom turned 30. I was 8. All my friends were jealous that my mom was so young. She of course was mourning the passing of her youth. My kids, their just about 3 months and 31 months. I will not be the cool young mom my boys friends envy them for having. I will just be the run of the mill old mom. *sigh* The only thing getting me through is my husband turns 31 today. So he is even older and even less cool than me. Sharing a birthday stinks. In my mind on your birthday you should get the day off. No cooking. No cleaning. You should be pampered. Someone should get you a cake. At our house none of those things happen because it is the other responsible adult's birthday too. The boys and I were going to head to DQ to pick up an ice cream cake, my fave, but the thought of dealing with car seats, jackets, etc for the 20 minutes to pick up a cake seemed like too much work on my birthday. Note to self-next year make hubby celebrate his birthday a different day.
Happy Valentine's Day!!
