Welp, I'm officially an adult.
Thirty-three was the year it happened.
My #1 birthday gift was a toothbrush (no sweat, I requested it) and for the first time in years, I was too pre-occupied to celebrate the official minute I was born (8:25am). I guess you could say I've had more important things on my mind.
Two pretty good reasons, if you ask me.
I'm usually all about birthdays, like, the entire month of February is one big celebration of my special day. But this year, February 13 snuck up on me fast and my big day was here before I knew it. Officially an old lady or not, I did have a pretty wonderful day. I spent the morning at Tory's gymnastics class, came home and fed the kids, then Andi's parents stopped over mid-afternoon so I could go shopping alone. I spent an hour or so at the mall trying on clothes and burning through the last of my Christmas gift cards. Andi came home around 5:30pm and we spent a kid-free evening together.
We'd originally planned to go out for a fancy dinner, but last minute decided for a bit of an "unconventional" birthday date instead. You know how sometimes as a parent all you want is some peace and quiet? Well, I half-jokingly mentioned to Andi we should get a hotel room and sneak in a quick nap before returning home to the responsibility of parenting. He took my suggestion literally (ha!) and booked a hotel room in Minneapolis' West End shopping area for my birthday evening. We clicked our cell phones to "off" and checked into the hotel with nothing but a bottle of red wine for the next four hours. So, I spent my 33rd birthday lounging around with my husband over room-service, wine and silence. It was pretty amazing, actually, and felt a little adventurous, too.
Andi really did give me a Sonicare toothbrush for my birthday, but I asked for it so he's not in the dog-house. I'm strangely excited to use it. Dental hygiene is important in adult life, you know. Also proving I'm now a grown-up, my mom and dad gave me a gravy boat for my birthday. I had to laugh when I opened the package because a) it's actually a really nice gravy boat and b) I haven't the faintest idea how to even make gravy. Guess I better get on that.
So, welcome Thirty-Three. Here's hoping your a good one.