So, today's my birthday. I'm 29 again. The Teenager did the math the other day and said, "Mom, that's just creepy, can you please not be 29 again."
I told him I knew it would get awkward as he caught up with me. Not aging does have a downside. (only one and it's very small)
I got up this morning at the ridiculously early hour of 9:30 and stumbled downstairs for a cup of coffee, only to realize that my children finished off the milk and Sir D used the last of the half and half before he left for work. I was relegated to powdered creamer. Not a good way to start one's birthday.
The thing is, I am excessively tired today as I went to a movie with a friend for my birthday and drank a coke, at 7 at night. What do I think I am, 16? Needless to say I tossed and turned most of the night.
And I had bad dreams. It may have had something to do with the choice of the movie. I won't tell you what it was, but it had a X in it. And it used to be a tv show that I used to watch back when I used to watch things like that, which I don't anymore, expect when they make a move years later and I have to know WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PEOPLE IN THE SHOW? because clearly, I need to get a life.
And it was as creepy as I was afraid it would be. I don't do creepy anymore. (you know, except where Mulder and Scully are involved)
I think I have decided that since it is my birthday, and I had to start it without a proper cup of coffee, I'm going to stay in bed today.
Yep, not getting up. Unless of course I start having bad dreams again about creepy psycho killers, then I'm going to the most well lit room in my house, and I might suck my thumb a little bit.