Today I turn 33 years old. It’s a spur of the moment and “oh no I forgot to blog” kind of post, so I’ve included a random photo of me reading to my two boys.
This year it’s even less special because I’m actually going to work today. I think it’s the first time in 10 years that I’m working on my birthday. I can’t take the day off because a project is going live today and I need to be around in case there’s problems.
I always like to look back at what I wrote last year. When I turned 32 I was in a vegetarian zone, so I skipped KFC but I think I’ll have my birthday KFC today.
Things didn’t get off to a good start. Last night Daryl was playing with our dining chair when he lost his grip and the chair fell on his toe.
Now he has a bruise under his big toe nail the size of a bubble tea pearl (in diameter, not in volume). This morning he was walking fine but he limped a little when wearing his shoes.
Heart feel so pain. He just wouldn’t listen because just minutes before I was telling him to stop. Sign this boy likes to learn the hard way.
Anyway today just feels like any normal day. My phone is a little busier with birthday greetings but that’s it.
Not that I am complaining, because I don’t like being the centre of attention anyway.
How does it feel to be 33 years old? Not very well I’m afraid.
I’m always feeling sick due to one problem or another.
I really need to restart some sort of exercise routine. Right now it’s all rather ad-hoc. I blame the kids haha.
My birthday wish is for my kids to be obedient so they don’t hurt themselves.
For them to understand the world is dangerous, for them to understand we don’t want them to get hurt when we say “No”.
Sometimes I feel like I’m talking to the wall. I talk to Rachel or Daryl and they just ignore me.
That makes me furious sometimes, even more so when they do get hurt.
Sometimes I wish I had a Barney or Cookie Monster suit. Maybe they would listen to them.