This could go one of two ways:
1. I spend the day in bed eating chocolate and ice cream wondering how I could be this old without accomplishing much. I could lament my recent move into "the third level of hell" and gorge myself all day with cookie dough and chick flicks.
2. I could get all gussied up, treat myself like a princess, shop for cute things I don't need and tell everyone I run into that it's my birthday.
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Later that day...
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I decided to do some time in bed (sleeping in after I got the kids to school), some time eating chocolate (truffles), and some time treating myself like a princess by reminding myself I will someday be a queen (time at the temple).
Tonight I am going to dinner with my adorable hubby.
It's a good day.
1 comment:
Sounds like you made the best choice. I am proud of you. It is hard sometimes not to just curl up and want to die when you are in the "depths of despair". But at least you haven't found any "ROUS's" (rodents of unusual size) in your "third level of hell".
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