It was my birthday this past weekend. I will proudly, with no qualms tell you that I am now 31! And then ashamedly admit my lie and confess that I’m actually 36. Sigh.
Moving on.
My Mother in Law had the ‘big kids’ for the weekend so Jared and I, with just Luke in tow, felt FREEEEEEEEEEE!
We took advantage of the time and finished a couple of house projects, ate out (more than once) for my birthday and cleaned the house knowing gleefully that it would actually stay clean at least until Sunday night. (I realize I’m dangerously close to putting you all to sleep as I detail our weekend. Wow, I really am old…would you even believe me if I told you that paragliding and learning to surf are on my life’s bucket list?)
Anywho, back to cleaning. As I was moving stuff around to vacuum I noticed something as I picked up my boots.
A little present. Who knows how long they had been in there. I just giggled and my heart skipped a beat thinking about how much I love those little buggers.
Truth is, had the kids been home while I was vacuuming I can pretty much guarantee that I would have been doing 3 or 4 things at once and this little discovery wouldn’t have had the same affect. As much as I miss my kids when they’re gone I know it’s good to get a little distance because it gives a little perspective.
Today, back to being knee deep in reality, I am truly enjoying being with them. I’m engaging with them (ahem, except while writing this post…) and just having fun. WIth the right attitude, these kids of mine just might help me to stay young instead of making me feel old. Happy birthday to me!