Flashback Friday: The Last Day of My Twenties

Written January 7, 2007

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I had such a nice weekend. Craig found out this week that he’s getting promoted. He’s a manager now, and he’s making enough money that I don’t have to feel guilty or do number crunching to buy new underwear or socks for Sam. It’s a wonderful feeling of security.

We got Tivo with our Christmas money, and seriously, for like 12 hours this weekend, Craig has been trying to set it up. It has been a true testament to his patience, which has not once even flirted with a meltdown. Just serene and joking. He’s on his way to Best Buy now to exchange the box, because after 12 hours of troubleshooting, the guy on the phone informed us we had a faulty box and were doomed before we ever even began.

Though the idea of such controlled access to all TV is a little scary to me, I like that you can just turn it off whenever, or watch 3 episodes in a row and have your one TV night and then let it go for a few days and not feel like you’ll miss out on a good show. Or a full life.

We went to my parents for a joint birthday party for me and my dad. I got all kinds of clothes. Oddly enough, I got like 5 shirts and every single one of them was chocolate brown. And very cute. So there you go.

After taking a terrible nap this afternoon, Sam was very loving and cuddly and played quietly in his play pen for a good 30 minutes while I got some theatre work done.

My weekend, as mundane as it may sound, was a memorable one. I just am overwhelmed a lot of the time by how my husband makes me laugh and by how my son smells after his bath. It’s nothing extraordinary or unusual. But it’s a beautiful life these days.

So much of what I write in my journal is contrary to this feeling of contentment, I thought I might just set down in my journal how monumentally happy I am on the eve of my 30th birthday.

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Dear Current Self

I told you so. Quit complaining about 10 years from now, girl.  Get on with living now.

Love,

Your Old Self