Go, Ma, it’s your birthday, we’re gonna party like it’s your birthday…

It is my birthday.

I can’t believe it.  

I’m old…

Well, not there, that’s me young.

Now…not so much.

Usually I don’t mind the birthdays.  Especially the big ones…

25 was a great one, seemed to be chugging along quite well, mid-twenties were awesome.

30 was a breeze, I was feeling good, I was preggo with the first kid, all seemed to be going to plan.

35 was cool.  I can handle mid-thirties.  I’m a grown up, but I’m still fun.

It’s the random years I seem to have trouble with.

28 was the toughest one.  I panicked, I was late 20s.  I couldn’t imagine.  How could I, she who could party like a rock star, be almost dare I say, 30???

And today?

Today I’m closer to 40 than I am to 30.

OH EM GEE!!!!!!!

Today I am past “advanced maternal age” (though I don’t plan on doing that again!)  Today I am old enough to require blood pressure checks to take bcp’s.  Today feels like I am officially a grown up.

Today things don’t bounce back like they once did.  It used to be in order to lose 10 pounds I just needed to stop drinking beer for a week.  Now, if I have a beer I gain 10 pounds.  Not to mention the fact that if I have 1 beer too many I’m hungover for days.  I used to be able to drink til 4 in the morning and still make an 8 o’clock class in college.  ( AND Yes, I know that is so NOT cool, but I’m just trying to be descriptive here.)

A few weeks ago, I hurt my foot, and it’s been bugging me ever since, thus, I haven’t been to the gym in ages.  Many mornings I wake up and something actually hurts?  I ache.  Like an old person?  WTF?

Not to mention the fact that I used to be a very very smart girl.  Stop laughing…for real!  Now, I can’t even yell at the right kid without going through everyone else’s name first, including the dogs!

But don’t worry!  Really.  I’ll be fine.  I’m good.  You want to know why?

That’s it right there.  How can I not stay young chasing that crew around?  They make me smile, they make me laugh, they make me insane, but they certainly keep me young and happy.  And getting older means they are growing too, and I’m around to see it.  Around to share all those amazing memories as they discover who they are in life.

When those little faces burst into my room, at 6:30 am I might add, screaming

“Happy Birthday Mommy, let’s make a special birthday breakfast!”

How can you not be excited about your birthday?

So…

“Go, Ma, It’s your birthday, we’re gonna party like it’s your birthday!”

Oh, and it helps I’ll be in NYC this weekend celebrating with all my girlfriends too.  Gotta have a little girl time to celebrate being closer to 40 right?

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