This is my birthday month. Oh, no one in my family treats it like a birthday month, mostly because there are too many other people in our family with birthdays this month. My niece will be 17 on Thursday. I have to digress, because her turning 17 fills me with amazement. I was there with Doug the day her parents brought her home from the hospital. He and I had just started dating and I didn't want to hold her because I wasn't part of the family. Now of course she is 17 and I am part of the family and boy oh boy am I old. Anyway, June is full of birthdays. I love my birthday. I don't care how old I'm going to be (EDIT: I will be 36. My husband tells me I'm on the downside to 40 now. How quaint). I love that my kids get excited for my birthday (last year I had to make myself a cake because Meg INSISTED that I have a birthday cake). I already have my birthday present. Doug and I are going to see BON JOVI in concert next month in Boston. I have never seen them in concert. I didn't go to concerts as a teenager, and I've wanted to see them for 20 years. I'm so excited. Giddy even. Oh my god smack me if I get too crazy.
Right now I am listening to the hum of my computer and the clicking of my fingers on the keys. Also, the cat is SNORING, but not too loudly. It's not even 8 pm and ALL my children are in bed. My husband is at a planning board meeting. There isn't another sound in my house right now. It's heavenly. Oh sure, I have a dishwasher to load and a thousand articles of laundry to fold, but time like this is so rare for me that I'm going to enjoy it. What a nice way to end a ho-hum Monday.