....Don't mind me.
36 sounds old....when you're in your 20's. Now? Well it still sounds old, but it doesn't feel old. But 4 years away from 40? That's just plum crazy.
Here's the thing, when I was going to my senior prom (it was a blind date by the way...another story for another day) my prom dates mom said to me, You're a senior? Honey you look like you're about 12. Years later in college one of my coworkers said, You just have the face of a 7 year old girl to me. Every time I look at you I think you're a little girl. And just a couple weeks ago when sitting down at the bank for one of those important transactions that requires sitting down at the bank, the man helping me said, You're 35? I never would have guessed you're that old.
And so it is, that after a life-time of looking like a baby, it's finally starting to pay off. Does it sound like I'm bragging about how young I look? Yeah, I guess so. But I've been hearing all my life how young and even childish I look, so I'm gonna own it now that it's finally paying off. So there. I'm 36 and I look young. Whatcha gonna do about it?
In related news, I had a great birthday weekend which included dinner with my love Friday evening, and a mom's day out all day Saturday. I left the house at 11am and didn't come home until the girls were sound asleep. The mom in me almost came home because I wanted to hug and kiss on my babies. But in the end I decided to forget those two attention/love sucking leeches, and take the time to meander and even be a little bored. Time to look through stupid magazines and expensive racks of clothes. Time to enjoy dinner for one while watching my constant favorite Gilmore Girls on the ipad across the table. And time to end the day with a massage. Heaven.
Of course I missed my beautiful baby leeches, but they survived and I thrived.
Happy Birthday to me.
ps--I took the above photo a couple weeks ago when I was going to show everyone how long my hair is finally getting...but my hair isn't showing up to well...but look! It's long-ish again! The best test? I can even put it up in high ponies and top knots--hooray! Quick, someone whip up a contract forbidding me from chopping off my hair on a whim in my bathroom at 11:00 pm while listening to that one song from the soundtrack of Disney's Prom. (True story and it was only fun for like, a week).