Year 38

Hello everyone. It’s my birthday, it’s my birthday. It’s my birthday.

My birthdays are usually all about me. Because frankly, that’s what a birthday is about. LOL

But as I grow older I notice that things change and priorities become different.

Now I’m an aries, and selfish and self centered by nature( even though I have worked HARD to overcome this, my birthday is that one area that I just…I struggle with).#keepinitreal   I always joke that my birthday is the international day of me. And I don’t work it, I don’t clean house, I don’t cook….you get the point.

But this year, I’ve had to break my streak.

You see, I don’t have anytime left to take off.

Pookah has been sick quite a bit this year and my birthday is on a weekday.   I had ONE day left that I was hoarding for my birthday.  I used that day last week when Pookah was being attacked by the high pollen count and had to stay home. Cdub and I swap turns and since he had to stay home three days in a row I had to have a turn.

Sigh.

One things I have learned being a mother is that it is not about YOU.

You may think it is, you may plan for it to be, but children come first.

No matter what.

So on this 38th anniversary of the day I was born, I’ll be off to work. I can only be thankful that I

1.  Only have to work 8 hours.
2. Get off early
3. Have a job to complain about not getting off of
4. I have my health

So yes, it’s still my birthday, I’m just not spending it drinking lattes, having a massage and shopping like I usually do.

Maybe next year.

But for now, I am grateful that I am seeing 38.

I am grateful that I had a beautiful weekend.

I am grateful that I got gifts and cakes and MONEY.

I am grateful for all the birthday wishes.

I am grateful for hearing my daddy struggle through the yearly tradition of singing me happy birthday that he and my mother have done every year since I was born.

Life is good. I am in a good place. I am thankful. I am peaceful.

Welcome 38. Can’t wait to see what you are about.