31 for 21: Countdown to Thirty-fi (cough, hack, choke)

90 minutes. That's all that's left. (Ok technically, a few more after that, I wasn't born at midnight, but come on, that's not how it works.) I didn't think it would be as big a deal to me as it is. I didn't really have trouble with 30, and 32 struck me mildly uncomfortable, as I thought that was the age of "real" adults. When people would ask a kid on the street how old their mom was, they'd say 32, and that was just weird. 33 and 34 just came and went, no biggie.

So what's the big deal? Who knows. Maybe it's having my second kid, maybe it's not. It doesn't really matter. I'm not depressed or anything. I just don't generally even notice birthdays that much. They weren't a big part of things growing up. Not that we didn't have a party here or there, but it just wasn't a big deal, and that's fine. The fact that this one has kind of snuck up on me and has been on my mind this week... that's different. So I'm pondering... because I can.

Tomorrow will be a normal day. That's not a bad thing. I'm sure we'll have a nice day and that it won't feel any different. And after the last few years, "normal" and "nice" are welcome.

Those of you who have been invited to the big surprise party, get your party hats ready!! (Ok, I know, but I can always wish, right??) Happy Day to you all!!