Thirty Four

34. The age my mother was when she died.

7. The age I was when she died.

34. Me

7. Maddy

I recently read a friends blog and she wrote about the day she out lived her mother. This has been my reality since I was 7 and that number is here. I've joked numerous times that Mike should make sure my life insurance was ready to go because I only have so many years left.

I've been not looking forward to this birthday for many years to come. As dark as the day could have been, I tried not to let the number, the reality and the gloom and doom get to me. Although, at 3am when I heard vomiting in the bathroom, those demons were wearing me down.

My sweet husband, said I'll get it, stay in bed. I listened carefully, feeling guilty I wasn't helping. Poor Jack. Poor me, dang blasted birthday. This isn't the first birthday the kids have had the flu either.My 30th birthday was oh so much fun too! Mike was a trooper and got him back to bed with a bowl and in the morning helped clean him up and bathe him. Jack didn't like being exiled to his room. The movies helped, Dad playing DS helped even more. He was hungry but nothing would stay down.

We had planned to go to lunch with my dad for my birthday. Mike didn't want the flu to stop me. I ordered Mike's to go while me and the girls enjoyed an afternoon away.

After lunch, Dad & Tif had a special present for me in the car. I was worried. They joked about how Taylor gave Josh a hamster for Christmas.

oh my, a puppy.
Because my kids needed a dog.

Oh my, he's cute but oh my. I put on my happy face that had been with me since 3 am. We walked back to the car. And then the truth. It was Chad's puppy and he needed to be watched while Chad was at work, the new owner no-showed (my brother breeds dogs) and I just needed to dog sit. Sigh of relief. I'm just not ready for a dog.

We were excited that Emma came back to the house and played with the girls, we loved having her all week (sorry you got the flu), Mike stayed with Jack who was trying to escape his room and said he wanted food. Mike finally convinced me to open my presents. I was saving them.

Bunco! New measuring spoons and cups.

 And bubble wrap!!

A double waffle iron!!

I almost picked up a pizza on the way home from the scrapbook store. Instead, we had an impromptu meal-waffles. And the double waffle maker kept up with all 10 of us. Chad came to pick up the dog, my parents came to pick up Emma and Brody must have heard there was a party.

We ate breakfast for dinner and enjoyed my birthday, I was trying to not let the number bother me. We played games. And had a great time!

Just what a girl wanted for her birthday--lots of phone calls, visitors, fb walls and family!

Jack even ate applesauce and it stayed down.

I told Mike I didn't want a cake. With all the Christmas goodies I didn't need the extra fuss. I wanted frozen yogurt. Although, it was harder finding an open store. But Baskin Robbins came to the rescue.

Yep, it would have been easier to go buy a gallon of icecream and eat it out of the carton (except Jack we didn't want his germs) but it was delish for everyone to get the flavor they wanted. 

Lexi wanted white. Not vanilla ~WHITE.

Jack mint chocolate chip

Maddy had bubble gum

Mike enjoyed cookies and cream

Kinz had Jamoca Almond Fudge 

Not sure what everyone else had except Dad he had chocolate lovers or something like that

Thanks again for all the phone calls, the texts, the fb comments, the visitors, the yummy cupcake, the darling heart dish, the lotion and soap, the cards and cash, the waffle iron and especially to my awesome husband who helped me have a great day. Although after cleaning up puke and pee, he declared he was going to work tomorrow!

Truth is, probably just like my mom, my time here on earth isn't done. As old as 34 sounds, I'm still young! I have so much left to see and do.

Happy Birthday to me!

Disclaimer: Flu snuck in 6 days later. 3 down, 2 to go:(