It’s My Birthday

It’s my birthday … I’m gonna party like it’s my birthday.

No, seriously, I’m working this morning, after I feed the kids (I’m already hearing, “Mom, I woke up hungry.”) and get them off to school. But then I am going out to lunch.

Then I’ll come home and work some more … pick up the kids from school … get one to soccer practice and help the other one do his homework — while managing the jealous preschooler/third born child who gets nothing from me on days like that — feed the kids, get them ready for bed.

Hopefully by then my husband will come home from his business trip and THEN:

I’m gonna party like it’s my birthday with the girlfriends that are coming over to celebrate with me tonight.

It’ll actually be a perfect day.

Here’s what I’m singing to myself before my coffee maker beeps: “Happy Birthday to me. I’m 103. I look like a monkey or a big chimpanzee.”

Now I’m wondering … do I look 41??????? AAACCCCKKKKK!!!!!

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