Well, it's my birthday too! I started this blog in September of last year, so this is my first birthday blog.
I turned 40 last year, and that was very difficult for me. I don't know why. In fact, I'm still really not over it, but today, I'm 41. Forty-one. For some reason that's a little easier to take than 40. Not easier to say, but easier to handle in my mind. Maybe it's because it's 6:22am and I've already starting drinking.
Kidding! I'll wait until at least 8am!
The funny thing is, I don't feel 41. I don't feel like I'm in my 40s. I keep waiting for someone to bust me, pretending to be an adult. One of these days, someone is going to find out that I really shouldn't be in charge of anything, especially two teenagers! I've always felt like I'm masquerading as a grown-up. I see all these other women that are confident and mature and ... well, adult-like, and then here's me in my denim shorts and t shirts and long hair. I've heard it said that 40 is the age where you're really too old to have long hair, but somehow I just can't bring myself to cut it. I like my hair. Well, except for my bangs, but we're not going there.
I'm lucky enough, right now, not to have any health problems yet. Well, actually I'm just scared to go to the doctor, so if I do have any health problems, I just don't know about them. That is denial in its truest form, my friends. I know I should go do that mammo-gyno thingy, it's been like 3 years. I just...oh, what's the word...LOATHE it. I will though. I'll make the appointment. Ummm...tomorrow. Hey, today's a holiday!
We went out to dinner last night, because I'll be at work tonight. Yes, I'm going to work on my birthday! I probably wouldn't, except for the aforementioned holiday. Since I'm just a peon hourly worker, I actually get double-time for working today, so heck yeah, I'm going. We are going to go see Indiana Jones around noon, Steve and Danni and I. Shannon doesn't want to go, so we'll let her stay home and be a 13 year-old fun-sucker all by herself. The movie theater has a kids playcenter, and Kylie loves that, so we'll take her with us.
Maybe, just maybe, when I get home from work tonight, the cleaning fairy will have paid me a visit for my birthday. Hey, a girl can dream, right?