Today I'm 40!
There was cake (it was yummy)
There was also lazy family time (I'm on holiday), regular routine stuff (kids needed shoes), dinner out (with a couple of pints), a DVD (Matrix, because Emma asked to see it) and some very nice unmentionables from Craig (which I guess I just mentioned).
I've been feeling a bit funny about this decade/landmark birthday. It's supposed to mean something more than a non-ending-in-zero birthday. It was one of the reasons why I started exercising last year (and yes, I'm still running, lots actually, and liking it). I wanted to leave my 30s in as good shape as I started them, though considering I was pregnant with Alexander, I'm not sure how to gauge being a gestator of a giant healthy baby against looking and feeling pretty dang good on my 40th birthday.
Today, I stopped sweating it (only partially because I didn't run). Getting to today has been all the fun, so why worry about the number?
My motto for 40:
"No one's the boss of me"
I think I might get a t-shirt made with that on it.