Thursday, August 07, 2008
Today I am forty-something. Never you mind how many somethings. I didn't tell the lady today at "Curves," and I'm not going to shout it out into cyberspace, either.
Craig has been gone for almost two weeks, and the kids have noticed (I had a few days with him in Sacramento, but he worked most of it). I know there are husbands who are away from home much longer -- my neighbor's husband has been serving in Iraq since May. I have no right to complain. But I'm going to anyway. Hey, it's my birthday.
The kids are doing their best to make it a happy birthday, anyway. I have a whole stack of "Hapy birfdy Mommy" cards, with mermaids and superheros by the dozens. Sarah is insisting on going shopping for a cake with candles later. I'll probably let her pick it out, since she'll be eating most of it.
There are bright spots. Another neighbor came by this evening to mow the lawn. All three acres, bless him. Tomorrow I start my personal goal of exercising three times a week (under supervision) with the hope of losing 20 pounds by Christmas. It all came to a head a few weeks ago, when I got a fun portrait done for my husband for our anniversary, and I did not recognize the woman staring back at me from under all those chins.
Twenty pounds by Christmas, God help me. And before the end of the year, I'm going to get my WHOLE living room painted. Maybe the dining room, too.
Hey, I have to do SOMETHING in that room that doesn't involve eating. Might as well beautify the place.
I want my husband home. Have I mentioned it's my birthday?!
Happy Birthday to Me!