Monday, June 15, 2009

Happy birthday to me!

Yesterday marked my 35th year of existence. As I lay in bed last night, I reflected on the day and compared it to my 25th year of existence celebration.

6 AM: (Year 35) convinced my standby baby sitter Walt Disney to watch the kids for 90 minutes so I could sleep in. (Year 25) Oblivious that it is 6 a.m.

7:30 AM (Year 35) head downstairs to discover that Walt failed to let the kids know that star burst are not an acceptable breakfast. (Year 25) Oblivious that it is 7:30 a.m.

8 AM – 8:30 AM (35) prepare waffles and eggs for the children. Begin packing up kitchen appliances. (25) Oblivious.

9 AM (35) discover that there are waffles stuck to the dining room wall and somehow son has managed to spray perfume in his hair. Shower children and self. Notice self in the mirror and wonder what the heck happened to my body. Could stand to lose 80 lbs. (25) Wake up and notice self in the mirror. Could stand to lose 10 lbs. Call to make tanning appointment.

9:30 AM (35) head to church (25) head back to bed.

11 AM (35) get inflated confidence and decide to take the children our for lunch (25) head out to tanning appointment.

11:10 AM (35) remember that taking the children to lunch is the worst.idea.ever. (25) remember that I need to get some more thread to finish up the snake skin pants that I have sewn for myself to wear out to the club at night.

1 PM (35) return home and beg the children to let me take a nap (25) think about taking a nap before I go out tonight.

1:30 (35) bribe children with candy for a 30 minute nap (25) head to a quiet little sandwich shop with my sister for lunch.

2 PM (35) begin pulling hair out because I’m so tired (25) pick up fabulous wigs to wear out to the club.

2:30 (35) head to basement to pack more boxes (25) head back to bed.

5 PM (35) make pb&j for dinner (25) make a batch of margaritas.

6 PM (35) take children to VBS and consider taking a nap in my mini-van for 2 hours in the parking lot (25) make sure my fancy sports car is cleaned out for rolling up to the club.

8 PM (35) retrieve children and head home, noticing in the car on the ride home that something has thrown up on my pants sometime between 9 AM and 8 PM (25) pace myself on the drinking because I don’t want to throw up between 1 AM – 5 AM.

9 PM (35) head to bed (25) head to the club.

10 PM (35) oblivious that it is 10 PM (25) just getting started!

And I wouldn’t trade my life now for the world (maybe just a nap).


nomoe said...

You need to save this for reference when you hit 45... dad

Anonymous said...

I remember the 20 through 25ish years. thats pretty much a spot on description. LOL