37 is boring
At least so far.
I’m not sure exactly how many hours I’ve been 37, or if even I’ve actually reached the houriversary. But for the sake of storytelling, let’s assume my 37th year (ok well I guess this is technically the beginning of my 38th year), began around midnight.
The first few hours were spent in blissful slumber. Then there was the inevitable Ess interruption. A booby call as I like to say. I should seriously think about night weaning her. I don’t know how to do it, but the end result is very attractive. Shortly after that, there was a Chee call out. Daddddyyyy. Where’s Dadddyyyy? Chee always calls for Daddy at night. Apparently they were up for awhile. I heard some coughing. Her voice sounded shaky.
You know what’s coming next, right? Yep, she’s ill. I wasn’t positive until I saw she had the sick look in her eyes. You know the look. Glassy-eyed. Heavy lids. She tried to play a bit before school but she ended up on the couch where she has not moved from since about 8:30 this morning. She has requested many, many hugs.
One of her grandpas stopped by to drop something off and she pretended she was asleep. She didn’t want anyone fussing with her, a trait she did not get from me. When I’m sick, I like to be coddled.
Ess has been a trooper. Loving that the TV has been on way more than normal. She took a long nap for me. Chee slept most of that time too. So I had nearly two whole hours to myself, in my own house, with just minimal demands.
What did I do with my two hours? Got caught up on my blog reader, even attempted to comment some, read celebrity headlines, talked on the phone.
Due to the sick kiddos, dinner out will now be take-out dinner. That’s okay. I don’t mind not cooking on this day.
37 is … boring.
I can live with that.
37 is exactly where I want to be (a good thing, huh, since I’m here regardless). I have two words-can’t-describe children, an amazing husband, a house that I’m happy with, plans for the future.
I’ll take 37. It’s a good place to be. Boring and all.
Happy birthday!! And may this be the most boring year ever!!! (wink wink)
Happy Day That You Were Born (you didn’t mention the other word, so neither will I).
I think boring is waaaaay underrated.
Happy Birthday!!
Happy birthday! I have to say it’s a bit odd you don’t know what time you were born at, or at least have a rough idea. Do you know what day of the week you were born on?
And boring is definitely underrated. I’d rather have my boring life than the drama-filled lives of a couple people I know.
Happy birthday! I am so relieved to hear that 37 is boring because I will be joining you there in about 3 weeks and I could seriously stand some boredom. I hope your little sickie feels better and that you can have some fun soon.
I knew your big day was sometime soon! Happy Birthday to you! I’ll be ending 37 and taking on 38 in a few weeks and I too hope for consistent boredom for many years to come. : )
Happy belated! I will follow you to 37 in July, and I would LOVE for mine to be boring. My Negative First Reactor (or however you put it) probably will keep it interesting, though…
I mentally send you cake.