*long sigh* It is 10:25 pm on a Saturday night that just so happens to be my birthday. In 1981, on January 14th at 11:38 pm, I was born into this mean cold world. As I sit here on the bed, still nicely dressed from an event that I attended earlier, I ask myself why am I sitting on the bed, nicely dressed, blogging nonetheless, on my birthday. Rule of thumb says that I should be out partying with friends and family, celebrating the awesomeness of this day. *pause* I really ought to clean the keys on this thing…the screen too. Okay I’m back. Where was I? Oh yes, I should be out enjoying good music and drinks, having a fantabulous time tonight. But no, un uh I’m here in my room with the baby, who might I add is asleep and never usually is at this time, while Caillou is on the television. I still have on my shoes, and I’m thirstier than a chick at the infamous NBA all-star weekend, but I’m too lazy to get up and relieve my thirst. Sad day indeed.
My teen girls have questioned my identity, posing the question, “What happened to you Mom?” My almost 14-year-old thinks I’m going through mid-life crisis, and has even called me a ‘grandma’. Gasp, right? I’m far from a grandma okay. I mean yea, I enjoy things that I wouldn’t have enjoyed at 21, but that doesn’t make me old. It just makes me a little more seasoned. I’m actually looking forward to getting older. Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda made getting older look oh so Fab! Yes I know they’re characters…but really they’re not. They also had what I need, which is a nightlife. If I could incorporate an occasional nightlife into my repertoire; I’d be good to go. Then maybe my daughters would be better able to recognize me. Wishful thinking.
So with ten minutes to go until the time I was born and 22 minutes left until my birthday is officially over I’m making a promise to myself to attain an ‘occasional nightlife’, and to never again stay at home on my birthday blogging, with Caillou blaring in the background. Might I also add that this year has gotten off to a stupendous start. I wholeheartedly believe that this is my year. As cliché as it sounds, I feel it deep down in the pit of my so very empty stomach. I can only hope that the same proves true for all of you.
Now let me shut this thing down and locate myself something to eat. Noodles it is. Yay for birthdays!