And Now, 46

Today is my birthday. Having a birthday so soon after Christmas has always been challenging. There tends to be traveling at this time, everyone is pretty tired of eating and celebrating, and there's a general feeling of let-down.

It's my own fault, though, as I was born three weeks late*. So I should have been born at the beginning of December, a happy and excited time. Instead, my birthday is two days after Christmas. 

There are some benefits to this, however. When I was kid, I always enjoyed that I never had school on my birthday. I still enjoy this, because getting my own kids up and out the door for school, along with whatever after-school activities are occurring, would be a buzzkill.

I also like that the Christmas decorations are still up on my birthday. 

The view from my chair in the living room. I just now figured out how to do a panoramic photo, so you can see all of my living room. Because I am always learning and growing, ahem.

I always spend the day between Christmas and my birthday cleaning up. It's my birthday gift to myself. I am much happier in an orderly environment, and Christmas festivities have a bad effect on that. 

A. is hunting with two of the boys, so it's going to be a low-key day for us at home. The past two years, I've run a 5K on my birthday, just because I could. The joke I made that turned into a rule for my children is that I have to do it every year in less time than my age in years. Running a 5K in under 46 minutes is not much of a challenge. If I could run at all, that is. This year, thanks to my pinched nerve or whatever, I can't run. 

Instead, Poppy and I are going to do a stretching video to start the recovery from whatever I did to myself. Seems fitting for my mid-forties.

Anyway, happy birthday to me, and feel free to eat some cake in my honor today. Or run a 5K, if you're into that sort of thing.

* Sorry about that extra almost-month of late pregnancy, Mom. That was mean of me.