Tuesday, September 9, 2008


I started the day off by being forced awake a half hour earlier than I had hoped to get up, courtesy of my dear little Finn (and that was after being up with him for two 30-minute feedings during the night). 5:30 a.m. is just an atrocious hour to get up. After getting the kids all fed and ready for school, I headed to the dentist for an hour of torture. Having shiny, pointed instruments shoved into your gums while being lectured about poor flossing is not my idea of a good time. Because of the dentist appointment, my morning coffee was delayed by a couple of hours, which resulted in a killer headache. I got home in time for Michael to rush out the door to make the train in time to get to the office before noon. Annabelle has a cold and is uber crabby (and I'm trying to keep her away from Finn, as I'm terrified of him getting his first cold since I keep hearing how DS babies have compromised immune systems - what does this mean? That he'll be get sick more easily, or that the sicknesses he gets will be more serious?). Only junk mail today, but what did I expect? The cards have trickled in over the last several days, and they've barely registered. All I want to do is take a nap, but there is no rest for the weary.

On the happier side, the kids all greeted me with big hugs and kisses this morning. Joey cracks up every time I insist I'm 34 and says, "Naaaaahhhhhh!!" There is a sizeable box wrapped in fuscia paper, along with a small stack of cards, sitting on the top shelf of the buffet. The twins are bringing me pages torn out of their coloring books, and Annabelle keeps bringing me various toys as gifts (she takes them back though).

What I want to know is: how in the hell did I get to be this age? Seems like I was just 20 . . . okay, not 20 - my 20's seem like a lifetime ago, and in fact were part of a different lifetime. But it does seem like I was just 30-something, freshly re-married and starting a new life, mother of one child. And I blinked, and here I am, 41 years old, married for 7 years now, and the mother of 6. I wouldn't trade any of it for anything. I just wish it didn't all go by so quickly.

Happy Birthday to me.


Cleo said...

Happy Birthday Lisa!!!, wishing you all the best~. Regarding Finn’s immune system it means a little bit of both, but keep in mind that every baby is unique, they all face different challenges, you are doing the best you can, that’s all you can do.
The Guest House
This being human is a Guest House.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Nicole O'Dell said...

Happy birthday, Lisa!

Larry said...

Happy B-day girlfriend! I know what you mean - I will hit the Big 4-0 Thursday ( yes 9-11 - ugh) and I think wow - Larry and I started dating when I was 22 - 22!!!! So 17-1/2 years later (can it really be that long??) here we are, married for 11, 2 kids, 2 dogs, 2 cats and all the mess that goes with it all!

Next year you have to treat yourself - I made a pact with myself about 6 years ago that my birthday is MY day so I get a babysitter and treat myself to some indulgence, like a massage or facial, lunch and a bit of window shopping - a quiet day all to myself - if only just the one day a year! You deserve it - try to take it! Happy Birthday! Lisa

Angie said...

Happy Birthday Lisa :) ... just another thing we share... both being Virgos :) Have a great day. Thinking of you xxx

Carla said...

Happy Birthday,Lisa!!!

Momto4 said...

~*~Happy Birthday Lisa~*~

Anonymous said...

"What I want to know is: how in the hell did I get to be this age?"

I think the same thing every single day and I hate it. I was just 35. I feel as if time is sliping by and that my youth is going to end in the next several years. I despise this! I hate it more than almost anything. The 40's are great. I don't want them to end and the thought of being 50 is killing me.

I so relate because I have no idea how this happened.

Laurie said...

Happy Birthday, Lisa!!!!

Cindy said...

Happy Birthday. Sorry I have not posted as much. Just want you to know I am still thinking of all of you - just crazy stuff happening here.
Keeping all of you in our thoughts and hoping this year is a wonderful one for you hun.

doulamom said...

ditto!!! I'm trying to pick a dating age range... And I still haven't told my co workers how old I am.. LOL they guessed 31-32 ! HA!!!! I'll take that! I'm thinking 24-36 yrs... what do you think? Growl...meow...