Today is my birthday. I am now *whispers* thirty three. This time last year I wasn’t in the best of moods. I was eight months into a less than enjoyable pregnancy, really busy trying to finish everything up at work and E was at the height of his tantruming. My birthday just made me feel old. This year I’m thankfully no longer pregnant and I’m feeling much more positive.
Yes, I am another year older *gulp* but life is pretty good really. I have a husband who I only very rarely want to strangle. My boys are absolutely fecking amazing. I’ve got friends who put up with me even though I’m terrible at keeping in touch. We’ve got a nice, if dilapidated, house and even though we have no money left after paying the mortgage and bills I know there are plenty of people who can’t even say that at the moment.
I’ve had breakfast in bed this morning, some lovely presents, lots of cards and messages from people and I’m looking forward to celebratory birthday scones when everyone’s home later. Among other things I have been given a book called ‘Secrets for blogging your way to a six-figure income’. Can’t hurt to be ambitious I suppose! My favourite message was from my little brother whose text said ‘Happy Birthday. I grew some meningococcus for you today!’ and then to top it off I had a delivery of tasty treats. My family know me so well.
Yep, a very happy birthday.