Happy Birthday To Me!
It’s my birthday on Saturday and I’m super excited – my kids are being baby sat overnight (yay sleep!) and I have plans to meet friends (yay friends!) in the city (yay city!) for drinks (YAY DRINKS!)
I have a table booked, I’ve given some serious thought to how I will be preventing a hangover, I’ve been testing some make-up I’ve purchased recently, I’ve got an outfit picked out and I’m even whipping up a crochet infinity scarf for myself (and I practically never craft for myself, I even let myself splash out and spend a WHOLE $13 on wool for it, because I’m worth it!) I’m dying my hair before the weekend – and I agonised for 2 hours today in the shopping centre today over whether I wanted reddy brown or purpley brown! Seriously 2 hours… And it’s not even a permanent hair colour – because it’s going to be GREAT!
Reflecting on my history of birthdays, the last birthday where I wasn’t sick, neither of the kids were sick, or I wasn’t responsible for a little baby or pregnant at the time or my party guests pretty much all didn’t turn up – was my 18th. And even then my 18th I peaked too early and passed out drunk at 10:30pm.
I feel like this birthday is the beginning of many good birthdays to come. Our kids are both now at an age where my mum can baby sit them overnight and considering I’ve been breastfeeding and/or pregnant since Feb 2008, I have felt a little bit “attached” to my children, mostly that’s a GOOD thing but I do feel like where we are getting to a stage in our lives where parenting doesn’t always have to be quite so intensive – and by my next birthday I won’t even have lactating breasts to worry about expressing off some pressure later in the evening.
So, this birthday feels good and it’s not even here yet.
We will be having a cake when my mum comes around to pick up the kids, we’ll put on party hats, blow up balloons, decorate the living room and let the kids blow out my 27 candles because in our family we like to have an accurate number of candles on the cake… yes it does look a little like a forest fire… I’m not sure at what age that becomes completely impractical – I suspect we’ll just start getting bigger cakes!
Then we’ll go out! And be free!
It’ll be cold – so what! It could rain – we’ll survive! There might be some last minute cancelling – that happens! But as long as I end up having a drink, with my hair and make-up done, wearing clothes that don’t have anyone else’s spat out food or snot on them, while eating food I didn’t have to cook, in a place I won’t have to clean up after, and nobody is trying to pull my boobs out of my clothes (well… except maybe when we get to “adult time” part of the evening) then that’s all I need to have a great night!
What do you do to celebrate your own birthdays?