This was me on my last birthday:
This year I'll turn 35 and I'll celebrate in a way I never have before.
No clue how or what I'll do, but I certainly know it will be different.
Maybe I'll get to do all the things that most moms want on their special days: to sleep in, drink fresh coffee, have breakfast served to me in bed. Have someone else take care of cleaning up the apartment, have someone else handle the tantrums (I'll take the giggles and snuggles, though), have someone else drive me to the spa (oh, yes. There should be a spa). Eat a delicious dinner made by someone else (think I'll still be gluten free by then?), and then eat a deliciously decadent dessert. Of course, all this is followed up with not having to bathe anyone or put anyone to bed.
Really, is that too much to ask for??!