An Old Birthday

Friday was my birthday. I had big plans for fun. I don't have enough fun in my life, I decided. Forget enforcing chores, overseeing piano practicing, reminding kids endless times to pick up their shoes/socks/backpacks, meal planning, floor sweeping, disciplining, the list could go on and on. I just wanted to have a little light-hearted fun on my birthday.  I tried to use my credit at the massage place and book a facial, but couldn't get an appointment. I thought about leaving the kids with a sitter and finding friends to go to the local water park's Night Splash from 7-11pm, but Night Splash is done for the year. Then I thought about doing an early-morning hike with friends up Camelback, a hike I've always wanted to do but never have. But the thought of getting up before the sun when I'm already months without an uninterrupted night's sleep was a little unsettling. Then I thought about getting a sitter and going to race Formula 1 cars, which was our plan for our anniversary before we ate too much. But we couldn't find a sitter and H ended up waking up from his nap with a killer cold. 

So, in the end, I had an old birthday. J and I and Vickie and Alicia went to lunch and I ate too much of my birthday Kahlua brownie. I let the dishes pile up and the clean laundry stay in the hampers and decided to read the afternoon away. I got my birthday freebies for dinner and J and I watched a great Utah/Utah State football game. Basically, I did things that I can do when I turn 87 instead of 37. I had an old birthday. But it was a good birthday. And I got a brand spanking new I-Pad (pictured below) and  morning full of thunderstorms and rain (not pictured, but thoroughly enjoyed).