30

Today I turned 30. Wow! Aside from turning thirty I decided it was also time to grow the hell up.

My day began with my middle daughter Owl, feeding the cat.

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She was terribly proud of herself, but wouldnt  smile for the picture I took as I stood with my hair wrapped in a towel and only wearing  a pair of underwear. I was in shower mode when I heard the cat food cascade and Owl proudly announce, “Happy Birthday mama I fed Eli all by myself for your birthday!”

I couldn’t be upset with her at all. I just laughed, told her Thank you! What a great birthday present! What a big girl you are! And that’s when I realized all the other times I would have gotten angry and annoyed. I would have focused on having to clean up another mess and I don’t have time for this, oh my god! Attitude.

Today I’m thirty and a light bulb clicked. It’s time to let all that go, and just grow up.

Had a great morning getting the girls fed and bathed, and round for the day. Boo gave  me a special gift and told me happy birthday.

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A miniature hair dryer from her shopkins collection. She said, “I gave it to you because you blow dry my hair every morning and it reminded me of that special time we spend together every morning…..and because I didn’t particularly like it. So you’re 30 now? Wow, how’s that feel? So you’re like half way to dead now, right?”

Once again all I could do was laugh. I gave her a big hug and said, “Yep, pretty much!”

After dropping Boo off at school the littles and I went to do chores. Only to find another disaster. Romeo standing with his leg caught through the barbed wire fence and blood everywhere. Thank god he didn’t struggle. He is so sensible. He stood there who knows how long waiting for me to find him and get him out.

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He let me maneuver his foot out and assess the damage. All I could think of was cut tendons and ligaments. Nope! Just two small puncture marks from the barbs. Yikes! So a call to the vet, $48, antibiotic, tetanus booster, and some cream later we should be set. Dont mind the twenty years the stress of it shaved off my life on my birthday no less!

After that debacle I came in and managed to burn out oatmeal I’d made for breakfast.

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Once again, I realized I am now 30 and spending the energy being mad about the situation would be useless so I fed it to the dog and started over.

Then hubby cam home and was running late from his first job to second job. He came in to change into dry socks, boot, and pants in order to head out to haul cattle. (Snow had gotten first pair wet) He said a hurried hello, and I’ll be home when I can, oh yeah happy birthday, bye! As he was walking out the door. I started to tear up, thinking, for gods sake its my thirtieth birthday!!!! Doesn’t that mean anything?? That’s where. I realized yet again, that yes, this is thirty, and all that a thirtieth birthday means is that it’s time to grow the hell up. Which includes not feeling sorry for yourself.

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And then I just sat on the window seat snuggling with Owl and Bunny. I told them a wild story, making it up as I went. I watched thier little faces go through emotions of happy, sad, scared, and joyful as I told the tale of Banner the Circus Horse! And then yet again, that’s when I realized this is thirty. All the beautiful, all the hurry, all the sad, all the mess, all the injury, all the smiles, all my girls, all my crazy beautiful life…… This is 30, and its the best time of my life yet. ❤

9 thoughts on “30

  1. ♥♥♫♪Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸
    ¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*
    •.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to, Heather !!!!! ♪♫•*
    ¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you! ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥

    The feeding of the cat is the funniest thing I have seen all day!

    Glad your horse is not seriously injured.

    There is something about a woman hitting 30. You are still you but you get tired of all the garbage and you no longer care a whole lot whether people like you or not. And you sex drive! But that is a story for another blog. 😉

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