Getting old sucks. Plain and simple.
Remember when we were younger, all we wanted to do was grow up and be able to do whatever we wanted? I wonder what age it is, when your mind flips and decides, "hey, this getting old thing isn't cool. I want to be young again!"
Decade birthdays frighten me.
Well, I didn't have a big 'dirty thirty' party like my friends without kids have, but that's okay. I had a great birthday weekend. Friday a friend came over with her niece, we went to Applebee's then came home and killed off a bottle of Morse Code wine. Saturday we went out for breakfast at Ihop, then Cale and I went to the Adventuredome for a kids party. On Sunday, the boys made me cards and Brian sent me for a nice spa day that included a deep tissue massage, haircut, manicure and pedicure. It was nice. They put candles in a cupcake and sang to me. Ended the night with a glass of wine, a book and a hot bubble bath.
Now I venture on to juggling moving during the Thanksgiving week and weekend. I am reluctant to leave our home, but looking forward to this new chapter in our lives.
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