I’m interrupting the regular scheduled programming here on the blog (who am I kidding … you guys know I totally wing it!) to bring you a community service announcement:
It’s My Special Day – my birthday!
Like any special occasion in our household, the day starts with coffee in bed and a box of Roses chocolates, and of course, PRESENTS!
I often hear other women lament their husbands never remember birthdays or anniversaries, or if they do, don’t really make much of an effort so I consider myself blessed – the hubster loves the slightest excuse to spoil me rotten, and is a bit of a champion in the gift-giving stakes.
Technically I’m still on holidays til Monday – although I have done a couple of small regular jobs for clients – so I’m going for a massage with my favourite beauty therapist, thanks to the generosity of my kids 🙂 .
Other than that it will be a bit of a quiet one, with the hubster recovering from the surgery and skin graft on his ear to remove a Basal Cell Carcinoma. But to be honest, that’s how I like it!
We have talked about going out for a meal with the kids tonight but I’m not sure if hubster is up for it yet, so we’re playing it by ear (excuse the pun!).
I do have a special belated birthday treat lined up for mid-February – tickets to see the Australian Ballet production of Cinderella, with the girls. It’s my first time to see a ballet so I’m not sure if I’ll like it or not, but at least I know the storyline!
The Big Birthdays
Next year is the big 5-oh. The birthday itself will be okay – especially if we manage to book a special holiday (Paris? Canada? Fiji? New York?!) to celebrate (I’m not really one for parties).
But to be honest, I am feeling a bit reluctant about the fact that I will be in my 50’s. I don’t feel that old, and hopefully I don’t look it either! It’s weird really. Thirty didn’t faze me at all – I was loving life with the hubster, our toddler son and six-week-old baby girl.
And I felt fabulous at forty, even though I joked that I ran away to a deserted island for a week (we spent a week at a holiday house on Coochie, a nearby island and our “happy place”).
It doesn’t feel that like long ago that we threw a surprise party for my mother-in-law’s 50th, and now *I’m* nearly at that milestone – help!
So for now I’ll just concentrate on enjoying the last year of still being in my forties 🙂 .
Do you have any traditions for celebrating special days? And which birthday has freaked you out the most?!