Oh it's my birthday?

Birthdays and babies. Does it mix well? Not really. But as we get older and our families grow, there comes a time when we realize our birthdays no longer hold the significance they once did. For me, 27 is apparently that glorious number.

For years I have looked forward to my birthday ready to party down and let loose for a night of fun. But this year, although I have been pondering RayRay's birthday for months already, my husband had to remind me twice last week that my birthday was coming up. Last year I had no hopes of grandeur, as I was pregnant with the twins. This year, with money being tight and babies being plentiful, there are still no plans.

I can't help but acknowledge also, that I am avoiding the fact that with every year, I get closer to 30. And with every year I creep closer to "middle-aged," I become more and more aware of the cold truth that life is scarily short.

My children remind me of that on a daily basis. I never knew how scary it would be to have children. We fear for their safety every moment of the day. We fear for our own, and that we may have the power to protect them. We fear that the day will come when we will no longer be with them.

There are other indications of my ever increasing age as well. I have, for instance, completely outgrown the Juniors department. Up until a few short years ago, I continued to shop there, finding the clothes' cut best suited my taste. Slowly, however, I have begun to venture forth into other parts of the store. As of today, I have completely matured beyond it's boundaries.

I have also become a bit of a hypochondriac. Although,I can typically get my rationale mind to overpower that which wishes to freak out at every sudden pain. I am pretty sure that every twitch or ache I feel is either a bone-eating parasite or some other kind of horribly rare and fatal disease. Every headache is definitely a tumor and every cramp is always cancer.

The only thing my maturing age has apparently done for my mind-set, is make me scarily aware of my own mortality. So my mental health is on the verge of shot, lets check my physical status. Considering I had the twins about 6 months ago, and was virtually immobile for 9 months before that...well...lets just say there is still much to be desired.

But as I sit here, unable to finish my first cup of coffee - for the twins are loudly demanding their breakfast - and unable to watch my television program - for RayRay needs help with his letter to Santa - I am reminded that they are such blessings and....oh to hell with it...the only present I have this morning is in my daughter's diaper. Have a good day ya'll!