Happy Birthday

One of the unspoken truths for many of us in the midst of young motherhood is this: on your birthday and Mother's Day, you really just want to be alone, or with your adult friends or your partner. As opposed to: with your kids.

Today, I am 37, and though I got to sleep in the basement last night, this morning has been little more than meltdown mayhem. As such, I don't consider my special day to really start until both boys are at school. When I can actually think, take a deep breath, uncrimp my body, put myself first.

I can't wait.

I'm seeing some friends this morning and then indulging in a looong massage. As quickly after school pick-ups as possible, I'm going to leave the kids with a babysitter and go get a pedicure. I intend to actually read some of my book today. I want to have some time to work up a recipe I've been pondering.

I can't wait.