On Turning 38

Today is my 38th birthday. I like my birthday. It is all.about.me. No, not really, but it sounded good. In fact, this morning could not have proven more differently. I did get to sleep in, until almost 9:00, and stayed in bed until 9:20. That's about the highlight of the first part of my day, because it all went downhill after that.

Pal has been struggling with math at school, so the teacher assigned him some math homework for the weekend. Before I knew about this math homework on Friday, I agreed to let Pal have his best buddy over for a sleep-over. And then last night we went to a college hockey game and didn't get home until 11. Those 2 late nights combined didn't do Pal any justice and it was his math homework that would pay for it! And Hubby and I. I wanted him to finish the homework so that we could all go out and do something fun for my birthday, but after 2.5 hours and many crying/screaming jags, my level of expectation for the day had fizzled to almost nothing. I just wanted the damn math homework to be done, and done right. Is that too much to ask? We finally finished correcting the homework around 1:00.

After that, my birthday got better. We decided to use a gift certificate we had for the Texas Roadhouse, and it was delicious! Pal even tried some of Hubby's steak and liked it. When we got home, Hubby had bought me a chocolate cream pie from our old neighborhood bakery, and that was pretty delicious too! No singing, but that's okay too.

And then I went grocery shopping. Hey, it had to be done!

But as I think about turning 38, I realize how lucky I am. I have my health, a great husband, a healthy beautiful son, terrific friends, a wonderfully close family, a great in-law family, a warm home to come home to, a job that I love, my bills are paid, I have food in the fridge, and I can afford to vacation.

More importantly, I am comfortable with who I am. I know who I am, and am not afraid to be who I am. And that is the best gift of all.

Have a great week!

G