Growing Older But Not Up

Today is my birthday.  

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As I turn 29 for the fifth time, I have to laugh about how much has changed over the past year.  This time last year if you asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I would have been able to give you a three page single-spaced printed list of all things shiny, sparkly and/or Burberry.  Today, however, I have one thing on my list...sleep.  

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Sleep.  Glorious uninterrupted cold-dark-room wonderful feels-like-I'm-dead sleep.  I want to go to bed at 6:30 p.m. and not wake up until noon the next day.  I want to sleep without two dogs pushing me out of bed, without a cat wrapped around my head, without a snoring husband next to me, without a baby monitor on my nightstand.  One night of amazing refreshing energizing fan-fucking-tastic sleep!

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However, that would mean getting rid of the baby, the husband, the dogs and the cat for a night and quite frankly, that sounds terrible.  I don't want to spend my birthday without my family.  Birthdays are for celebrating and I want to be surrounded by the ones that matter most to me.  So, this year I can't think of a better way to spend my birthday than a nice evening at home, a glass of champagne in hand, a snuggly baby on my hip, listening to my husband go on and on about fishing, watching Duck Dynasty and trying not to trip over one of the dogs under my feet.  

Maybe this whole growing up thing isn't so bad after all.

(*I will still gladly accept anything sparkly or Burberry.)