154.8 - Happy Birthday to Me

I'm 38 years old today, or as I like to say a mere 2 years from my 40th birthday. Ugh.

I don't feel 38. And I'm glad I discovered running late in life because it's going to keep me young. If I stay healthy and keep running, my hope is to run a marathon the month of my 40th. Nothing like having long range plans, right?

Last night we went to Hooters for dinner. Love that place. It's loud and they are kid friendly and they have the best cheeseburgers and fries. And since we got there before 6 p.m. the kids ate for free.

Today has been absolutely decadent. Our church had a pancake breakfast, so I started with pancakes and eggs. Then for lunch we went to a Japanese hibachi grill restaurant, and the chef lit the onion volcano fire with his finger! We eat at this place a lot, and I've never seen that before. He's taken the hibachi show to a whole new level. (Mark said while we were in the bathroom the same chef got carried away with his egg show and the egg sailed over his shoulder and just missed a customer before landing on the floor. Mark heard the guy whisper, "Is that part of the show?" Wished I'd seen that.)

Then we came home and had cupcakes and ice cream. The fam sang Happy Birthday and I put Luke down for his nap and then I took a (wait for it) four hour nap. Four hours. I can't remember the last time I took a nap that long.

So now I've got the boy in the tub, am waiting on laundry in the dryer, will have a little pizza for dinner (I am so not going to weigh in tomorrow), and then put the kids to bed and continue the relaxation fest.

DH has cleaned the kitchen, and just paid the pizza guy.

It doesn't get much better than this.

Oh, wait, except it does because tomorrow afternoon is my spa day. A facial, massage, then a run. What a lucky girl I am.

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Thank you for all of your support on the day care thing. I can't tell you how much it means to me for you all to confirm my gut feelings, and your thoughtful words have also helped me find some peace with the whole situation. I'm not looking forward to the call tomorrow morning, but at least it will be over and done with. My sister in law has said I need to file charges with the juvenile police, and I'm thinking I should but I don't have proof (other than the bruises which I can't prove she put there) and that would be so hard. I'm still trying to figure that part out. I don't want anyone else hurt.