Yup, I am 31.
I don't have anything profound to say about it. In fact, I forgot all about it until I was doing my charting at work this morning. I kept looking at the dates on everything and thinking to myself "there is something important about today....what is it?". Imagine my surprise when I realised exactly WHAT was important about today.
I didn't do anything special, I just did my normal stuff with the kids and Dad. Mr. Barefoot brought me flowers, and I missed out on nap time...again.
It seems funny to be 31. When am I going to stop thinking "When I grow up...."? Maybe never. I can just see myself as an old woman, scooting up and down the halls of my care facility in a wheelchair with my tank of oxygen hanging from the handlebars in back and ratty slippers on my feet, telling the "girls" all my plans for when I grow up. They will think I am senile and humor me, never guessing that I am not really the woman they see but a child trapped in that body, dreaming the dreams of youth looking forward to a life full of possibilities.
Speaking of birthdays, I gotta get going on planning Big Sprout's birthday party. I have about a month and a half.....