Happy Birthday to ME!

I used to take my birthday off of work every year. It didn't take me long to figure out that it's not your birthday that you take off... it's the day after it. I usually ended up, sleeping half the day and bumming around the house until everyone got off work and started calling and then everyone else came over and we started drinking. Then I'd roll into work the next day hung over and miserable. Those days are behind me now and I didn't even miss the late night partying this year. This year, Tristan toddled into my room and when I said, "Do you know what today is?" He responded, "Happy Birfday Mommy". I tried to use my birthday as an extra special reason for the boys to behave. I don't remember how many times I tried, "Don't make me yell at you on my birthday!", but it didn't work after the first time.

It was a busy day for me, dropping the kids off at school, a shopping trip to Ikea with Mommy playgroup, then a rush to pick up the kids from school and straight to gymnastics, home to clean up the house, dinner and then off to a cookie exchage. Sounds domestic doesn't it? It was domestic... at 180 miles per hour.
Here's to being another year wiser.