And Then I Turned 42

With the craziness of everything May, I failed to mention that my birthday was last month.  I guess that's what happens when you only post about three times during the month.  Anyway, it wasn't a big deal as it was on a weekday and Charlie was out of town (he got home with about an hour to spare) and I don't really make much of a big deal about my birthday anymore.  Of course I bought myself a couple nice gifts like some new running shoes, but I don't need a lot of hoopla.  In fact, Charlie and I were having a conversation a couple weeks ago about whether we need to start doing more for our birthdays and Mother's/Father's Day not for our benefit but so the kids knew that we are people too and need to be celebrated just as much as they do.  I know, waste of time.

So I treated myself to a pedicure and a massage that morning (I had just run a 1/2 marathon two days before so they were both mostly because of that but my birthday was a good back-up excuse) and then for dinner I ran to the grocery store for a rotisserie chicken and a cake, yippee!  Nothing too exciting, but a celebration nonetheless and I didn't have to cook.

The girls were sweet and gave me little wooden boxes that they decorated for me to put my rings in, even though I never take them off, and Andy remembered at the end of the day to give me a card that the girls had signed that Charlie had left with him to give me.  I just kind of laughed at how Andy had blown off my birthday because he is 11 and is getting a little spacey with the increase in hormones lately, until he showed me a video he made me on his iPad.  It is a little redundant, but extremely sweet and thoughtful and nice to watch after a very long day with the kids.  When I see this I know that I'm not as bad of a mom as I think I am and although there is definitely room for improvement I must be doing a few things right.