Go Nobody, It's Your Birthday

Technically, it's my birthday.

I should be in bed, but every once in a while I go on a crazy link-clicking joyride and stay up way too late. I used to do it a lot when J traveled. Now I do it like, once every 3 months.

I think my husband is planning to bring me breakfast in bed for my birthday. I'm pretty sure it's a surprise he's planned, and then for some insane reason, thought was safe to tell our 5 year old.

Bo lasted about 6 seconds and was saying things like, "You're having a surprise tomorrow. In the morning. While you are still in bed." I figured if my 5 year old knew about it, it was breakfast.

Then tonight, after he was supposed to be in bed, he came downstairs on official business, announcing long before his face appeared, "Mom, Dad, I have something I need to talk to both of you about."

He came and asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I should have just said cereal. But I said hash browns. Because that's my favorite breakfast food. Which is saying something, because really, I don't care for breakfast foods. But I'll be honest, any food in bed is going to be enjoyed, thoroughly.

Next he whispered loudly to J, "Mom likes hash browns, let's make her hash browns not Honey Bunches of Oats." At which point, Avee's ears perked up and she bellowed "I want Honey Munches of Boats! I'm soooooooooo hungry! I can pour the milk myself!!!"

J said quietly, "I can't do hash browns Bo." And Bo came two feet over to me and broke the news. "What's yo' next favorite thing fo' breakfast, mom?" I told him, Honey Munches of Boats. He was able to go back to bed with a happy heart.

Poor J. He almost genuinely surprised me.



When I was younger and people would forget how old they were, I always thought it was a joke. A dumb joke at that.

I forget how old I am all. the. time. Sometimes I have to do the math from the year I was born. Part of the reason is I have friends with so many different ages, and part of the reason is because I lie sometimes, and part of the reason is because I sadly can't be self-absorbed and only care about myself and think my birthday should be a national holiday, like I used to.

I made the mistake of telling Bo how old I was once. And J made the mistake of teaching him to count once. So now, no matter what, I have this loud little conscience reminding me and everyone within 20 feet how old I am. When he's not around, I'm 29. When he is---I'm turning 33. Sigh. I still feel 23. Until I look in a mirror...

When I turned 31 I posted 31 things I'd learned. When I turned 32 I had a newborn and couldn't form complete sentences. Now, I'm celebrating my 3rd palindromic birthday, and I feel like I should do something to commemorate it. I might have to come back and do that later. On account of being pretty tired, and pretty nonsensical right now. Even for my own low standards.