Guess I should state a little about the cast of characters in this little life of mine… Me: Gina, the mother to two adorable and too-smart-for-their-own-good kids: Mr. B, who is four-years old, and Miss P, who is 17-months going on 25. I’m also a part-time modern dancer, in which I spend two days a week getting my ass kicked by women fifteen years younger than me as we take class and rehearse with a local company. I’m also the wife of a wonderfully patient, caring and funny guy named Jon, who has whisked us away to Denver, CO for his job. We had a good run in NYC before we had kids, but now feel like it’s time to settle.

In a nutshell, I spend most of my time taking care of our kids, shuttling them to various classes and school, making meals, cleaning house, and trying to carve out a minuscule amount of time for myself in the day. Like every other parent.

Oh, and today marks my 37th birthday.

The morning was spent in the usual way, with breakfast, cartoons, an argument about cartoons ending, and then heading out of the house for the kids gymnastics classes. We did manage to stop at Duffeyroll to get some birthday sugar in our blood, all the more ammo for meltdowns later on. And what I realize is, no matter how many times in the day you might tell your kids that it’s your birthday, unless they’re older, they really could care less. Mr. B only mildly calmed down when I asked him to after he blew up upon hearing our other food was in the car. And Miss P spent even more time than usual ignoring my requests to come/go/leave. Here’s hoping an adult beverage is in my immediate future…