This day in 1980

Birthdays as an adult are different. That isn't necessarily bad, sometimes they stink, but mostly they are just different. Growing up our birthdays meant breakfast in bed, balloons at school, taken out to lunch, pick a place for dinner, presents, dairy queen cake (my favorite), then more festivities for the rest of the week. Growing up you didn't get "rain checks" on birthday presents.

But today I am 28. This really isn't a big deal because I haven't hit an 'almost 30' depression and I think I have been claiming 28 for the last 6 months anyway. Really I have been wanting to be 27, 28, 29 for as long as I could remember. I mean, those are real adult ages. (or so I thought when I was 18, 19, and 20).

Since I have Tucker I can't just lay in bed pretending I am still sleeping while I wait for Chanel to bring me my traditional breakfast in bed (which he was working on in the kitchen). I had to get up and act like a mom. I had also told a friend that I would take him to his meeting place for his Mexico trip so I had to be up and moving anyway. After the drop off, emissions. After emissions, the tag office. It's strange how no one along the way as they look at my driver's license cares anything about it being my birthday. They just comment on how close to the deadline I am for getting my tag. Tucker is sure that it is his birthday today and all he wants to do is go home and play monster trucks (shocker).

The day really turned out to be very very fun. I was able to hang out with my mom, I got about 20 birthday phone calls, I did get to pick a place for lunch - and my mom treated and then a very fun kid-free dinner that night with friends. I am so lucky that I still get a week of birthday festivities with family and friends. My only real complaint about my birthday this year is that I didn't get the Shark VX3. I guess that's one benefit to having birthdays as an adult. If you don't get what you want...you just go out and buy it for yourself. And I plan to do just that!