Too Many Candles on the Cake
We’re back. Had a lovely time in Kingston, as always. Cakes was surrounded by all of her favourite people:
As nice as they were this year, I am done with the holidays. I am feeling bloated and sluggish from far too much cheese and wine. I’m also feeling old—it’s my thirty-fifth birthday today. Yep, I’m almost too old for a Contiki trip.
I don’t know if it’s the milestone birthday, or having so much family time the last few weeks, but I’ve had this overwhelming feeling of ennui for the several days. It doesn’t help that Cakes has been really clingy to me for the first time ever—to the point where she only wants me to do her diaper, fetch her juice, put her to bed. It’s flattering, but I hope it’s a phase that passes soon. I feel like hopping on a plane to someplace sunny with nothing but a bagful of books.
Instead, I’m going to go shopping. McHotty has given up trying to buy clothing for me, so I am going to go pick something out. If that fails, I’ll buy shoes. Shoes never fail to cheer me up.
Which birthday have you found the toughest so far?