A Perfect Day

Today was a great day. It was my thirty third birthday. At my house, Christmas is in the morning, and my birthday is in the afternoon. Well, kinda. We have Christmas, then I tear into my birthday presents and let people do my work the rest of the day.

It sure is nice. I tried to be off of diaper duty, but poor Baby P was hurting for some diaper changing by the end of the day so I ended up doing it anyway. I did have my birthday dinner while not sitting next to any kids. BUT, I did end up helping with both of them anyway. You can shurk what you love I guess. I complain about them, but in the end, I really like being a mom.

Mr. T. cleaned the house. Mom did all the cooking and a good sum of the cleaning. I took a short nap in the morning and a better one in the afternoon. I went for a bike ride with my husband. I played with my kids. I put a ban on children's programming. I watched what I wanted to watch which did not include anything Disney or on PBS. My friend Jen and her family came over for pie. It was relaxing and nice. I feel very tired but very happy.

The funny thing about turning 33 is that I can no longer fake being in my twenties. I am way past that. I am pretty much in mid thirties. It is weird to think about. I am pretty excited about the coming year. I have in mind some classes that I want to take. I received a lot of good books on architecture, so I plan on studying that a little too. The future is definitely bright, even if my age is showing up around my eyes.