I turned 34 on Wednesday. Honestly, age is just a number to me. When people ask how old I am, it takes me a few seconds to come up with a reply. I don't think about my age very much, maybe that's why. I've had gray hair coming in for years and my crow's feet have been around about the same, so nothing has changed. Oh wait, yes it has. My ass is bigger and my boobs are saggy. Now, that I can blame on the kiddo.
Speaking of kiddo, my little man cracks me up. Last night, I was lounging on the couch after dinner (as per usual) and he was getting tired and cranky. It's about 7:00, so that's pretty normal. I ask him "Is it bath time?" I wish I could video tape his response, it was so cute and funny. He gets all excited and heads for the bathroom. I open up the gate and he's trucking down the hall, babbling. It's just amazing to see him be more independent. I still can't believe my baby is walking around like it's no big deal. It's a big deal to me when just a year ago, he was a little bean just starting to smile. I know, I have a lifetime of reminiscing to do.
It's Friday! Woo Hoo! I only have to work 6 hours today and then I'm free.
Of rats and bedbugs
14 years ago
3 comments:
I hear ya. I turn 36 in March. I was semi-ok with 35, but 36 is like my life tipping over. OMG I'm almost 40!
hey aubrey - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
i like reading your blog - it always cracks me up or brings a smile to my face
hope we see you one of these days!
I love it! I'm getting old too, crows feet, big belly and an increasing capacity to not give a damn about the little stuff!
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