My Birthday

Today is my birthday.

I'm 35.

Apart from the 6 hour drive in a van that seemed a bit reluctant to want to be driven (it has 187000km's, pulls to the left, has bald wheels and the engine seems to be on the verge of stalling even on the highway) and three restless boys hollering for a DVD, food, volume up, window open, advice to ease car sickness, water, volume down, and window down, etc. it was a peaceful day.

I like being 35. I am more confident that I was in my 20's and even though I am going grey, I don't feel very much older than I was a few years ago. I don't need a lot of presents or phone calls, but it is nice to get the happy birthday greetings from friends and family. The only person I have expectations to make my day special, is my husband. This year, Ian did fairly well.

He managed to get my present before my birthday. That is very important to me and he hasn't always been good about having a present for me on my birthday. So, he remembered!

He also bought me what I wanted (a raincoat and running socks). Oh my god, he listened!

The last request that I have for my birthday is to be treated as somewhat of a princess. Well, as much as I can be. If there is something that daddy can assist with, rather than mommy, than today, I don't jump out of my seat to help. In my head I hope that daddy will come to the child's rescue and hence be both our son's and my hero. It's amazing what Daddy can do just as well as mommy, when given an opportunity.

So, it is 10:00pm and it is still my birthday. My husband is fully exhausted and has gone to bed, the boys are upstairs sawing logs like their father and I am here....

I have two more hours to celebrate. I think I will go crawl into bed.

And for the next two hours, if one of the kids wake up, maybe daddy will sooth them back to sleep. I should rest, because tomorrow will be back to normal.