35 Years and 1 Week
I made it. I survived my first week as a 35-year-old, and I thought I better chronicle it before my memory begins to slip now that I’ve entered my dotage.
I commemorated my last day as a 34-year-old by doing glamorous activities like mopping my floors. It’s amazing how much you can sweat pushing a mop around.
On Sunday, my actual birthday, we celebrated by eating Mexican, my traditional cuisine on my birthday. Why? I don’t know. I think it’s because I am seldom able to eat Mexican and figure no one can deny me a birthday wish.
After eating chips, salsa, fries, grilled chicken and fried ice cream, Daniel began to refer to it as his birthday.
No outing to a Mexican restaurant on your birthday would be complete without the waitstaff serenading you while you wear a sombrero and try not to blush out of mortification. I failed. I always thought I looked pretty good in a sombrero, so it could be worse I suppose.
Oh, the sugar is kicking in, and this no-napping little boy has little patience for a mommy who wants to cuddle.
Week two of soccer! Daniel continues to excel at running in the wrong direction, picking flowers, putting the cones on his head and rolling around in the grass. I predict a glorious career in soccer for him!
I finally met Laura in person after trying to plan lunch for a month. She was lovely, and I think we could have chatted all day. Sometimes you meet someone and you know instantly that you have met a kindred spirit. I don’t know if she felt that way, but I did! Less happily, the garlic and other spices from lunch at La Shish lingered the rest of the day, gifting me with horrific breath no amount of tic tacs would tame. The food was great, so I suppose the dragon breath was worth it. She suggested that I sign up for the Fall Mondo Beyondo course, and I did. I’m excited to see what I discover about my dreams.
A few coworkers and I traveled to Edenton for a meeting, leaving Raleigh at 6:45 AM. I thought we were going to Elizabeth City, which is a bit further away, but it turns out our destination was Edenton. See? My mind is going already. I have pretty awesome coworkers, and the 3-hour trip each way was made tolerable by gossiping, doing each other’s hair (not really), sharing our mutual dislike and making fun of The Sound of Music and stopping for peanuts.
Despite our ongoing battle with carpet beetles (seriously – it’s still ongoing), I thought it would be a great idea to take Daniel to BugFest at the Museum of Natural Sciences. Bugs! Bugs everywhere! It was fun even though both of us refused to touch any insect. I did glower at the beetle exhibits and noted that carpet beetles were not represented. Can I tell you how happy I am not to live around the equator? They have HUGE, terrifying insects. I would faint if I ever saw a beetle or cockroach the size of some of the ones I saw. Even their moths and butterflies look like they could carry off a small child. It reminds me of the ant scene at the end of 100 Years of Solitude.
Later that evening, the three of us got gussied up and met my parents at The Angus Barn for my official birthday dinner. Steak, shrimp, crackers, pickles, wine, dessert and cappuccino served to us by a former student whom I student taught back in 1998. Yikes. She recognized me, so I must still resemble my younger self a bit. Daniel behaved beautifully because we had promised him chocolate, which he began to demand loudly as soon as he declared himself finished with his dinner. Happy to reward his good behavior with sugar, Jimmy and Daniel were able to go to the kitchen so that Daniel could make his own sundae.
Full of sugar and no nap, Daniel fell asleep on the way home, cuddling his new stuffed kitty.
And on this day, we rested, too worn out to do anything productive. The weather cooperated by being chilly and rainy all day.
Being 35 hasn’t been so bad. Or maybe I just don’t remember.