Blah.
That’s how I feel today.
I’m not depressed about getting older. I’m blah that I don’t care. Like when did it happen that your birthday is just another day? I get to live birthdays through my daughters’ eyes and they start counting down 8 months in advance. Emily was sweet and sang me “Happy Birthday” at least 3 times today, ending with “…Are you 1? Are you 2? Are you 3?…” Took the whole car ride home from camp to get to the right number.
Blah.
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