My Birthday

This is the year I turned the big 3-0. I wasn't terribly upset about it. I like birthdays, and since Ben is a good 5.5 years older than me, I never am going to be the old one. One of my friends is also turning 30 so she and my other friend (yes, I only have 2 friends here) wanted to make sure it was special. They had a little surprise party as part of our monthly book club the week before my birthday. It was fun, plus they also made it a little bit of a house warming party, too.

Then on my actual birthday, Russell and Meghan were both getting colds so they were crabby/clingy/grumpers, so naturally I also was crabby/grumpy (I was sick of people being around me, especially little sick people). My birthday was on a Wednesday, so Ben had Young Men that evening, so after we ate dinner and cake, and rushed the kids off to bed, I sat at home by myself for a couple hours. Russell and Meghan then decided to not sleep well at all for the next three nights in a row.

The friend who is not turning thirty brought lunch and came and ate it with me (and Russell and Meghan and her two girls) the next day. She wanted to make sure my birthday was extra special and had a called me up a couple days earlier insisting on bringing it. We decided that Thursday would work better because she lives out of town and would be coming in for playgroup Thursday anyway. And, she made one of my all time favorite soups, so it was even more awesome than not having to make lunch for you and the kids then clean it all up afterwards. The only bummer was that I had to clean the house before she came (dirty house because of sick kid(s) who wouldn't leave me alone).

So, that was how turning 30 was. I feel no different than when I was 29. Just a little chubbier.