39

39 is the age I turned this year...back in October. I had all the best intentions of blogging about my day and how I felt knowing it was my last year in my 30's and then like always, life got in the way. 

There was a time that I would put the kids to bed and hop on the computer and get things done. Now? Now I put the kids to bed and just want to crawl into my own bed with the TV remote or a good book. Or sometimes I just want to catch up with the husband. But the best nights? Those are the nights I actually pass out with the kids and sleep until morning. Or 3 am.  And then I will catch up on things I meant to do on the computer but blogging is never first. And so it falls to the wayside. I'm okay with that because I am doing what I want to do when I want to do it. Catch up on sleep? Why not. Read a book? My fave thing. Talk with my husband? With no kids to interrupt, it's divine.

I spent my birthday morning at the salon after having breakfast with the husband. There is a place called Great Harvest that bakes fresh bread, muffins, and scones daily. Talk about walking into a place that smells great. I could work there...as a taste tester. They also give samples that are actually pretty decent in size. It was nice to just sit and talk and sip a cup of coffee without hearing "mom, mom, mom" a bajillion times.

When I think of birthday traditions, I realize mine is being at a salon. I have been at a salon on my birthday for the last 4 years. Sometimes it's for a just a cut or a blow out. But this year I went and had some color. I was itching to get away from the dark dark brown that is my natural color. Now when the sun is shining bright you can see a dark auburn in my hair. Occassionally it still shocks me but I love it.

You can't really see it in that picture but that was me on my actually birthday, so it will do. I thought I would go with a more drastic change but I didn't want too much upkeep. So here I am...39 and feeling fine. Let's see if I can not let another 42 days pass before I update again!

61

61 is the number of days until I get to celebrate my last year in my thirties. I was never one to try and hide my age...well, maybe those few years before I actually turned 21 but for the most part I was always okay with stating my age and not lying about it. I do the yearly kid about being 29 again but that's all.The clock will continue to tick and turn whether I acknowledge it or not. So I go with it.

Do I look my age? I don't know, maybe. Do I feel my age? Most days...yes. While they say kids keep you young, they also age you. A lot. I can't remember the last time I actually got enough sleep. And there are times that my eyes surely have been shut long enough and I still wake up tired. I thought going to the gym would help but all I wanted to do after working out? Eat and sleep...

This is me just a few weeks ago, on a trip we took to Michigan. Normally I am the one taking the pictures and rarely get a shot in the pictures but this one was taken either before or after I tried to wrangle the kids to sit with me. I think it's a nice picture and don't think I look like the big 4-0 is creeping closer. The guy at the makeup counter recently told me my skin was really nice and I don't know if he meant it or was just trying to make sure I bought something. Thank goodness he didn't offer me any anti-aging creams...

 I usually look at my birthday and am grateful that God has blessed me and given me another year with my wonderful little family. People make a big deal about Mother's Day or Valentine's...but for me? It's my birthday. Older, wiser and everything in between, I will take it all. Except for the wrinkles...ain't no body got time for that.