Queen for a day

Today it’s all about me; you see, it’s my birthday. And I am not a hypocrite. When I blogged a few days ago lamenting that my newly-labeled 13-year-old son wanted no attention on his birthday… and wondered whose kid that was because I wanted attention on my birthday…. I was not being disingenuous.

It’s my birthday!!!

(thank you, thank you, hold your applause).

Here’s a list of the exciting tasks awaiting me while I am Queen for a day:

1- Clean up the cat’s overnight puke. Lovely.

2- Empty the cat’s box (scoop the poop and tinkle…).

3- Take out the garbage (alright, no big deal on that one).

4- Go renew my driver’s license at the Motor Vehicle Administration. Oh BOY!!! I tried to do it yesterday… blew my hair dry and put on makeup for my snazzy new picture and everything… but it was closed! They closed at 4:30, a ½ hour earlier than the rest of the 9-5ers… (and I had showered and done my HAIR and everything!). Truthfully I’ve had the notice of renewal for approximately 6 weeks, but I wanted to look decent in the picture…and I never seem to get the shower in until afternoon (why shower, run, then shower again when I work at home?) I’m the gal, when we have the morning coffees, that shows up in the running clothes with the hair in a ponytail (before the run). Then in the afternoon the boys are home from school and all hell breaks loose, so no time for the MVA… So… I will be venturing to the MVA today… (I’ve showered!). Keep your fingers crossed for no lines. What should I put for my "weight?" (flashback to 10 years ago when I got the license I've now had for ten years… the boys were 3 and 1 and I prayed for long lines since the boys were, blissfully, home with the husband. I was out… alone… with no babies… I just wanted to sit and veg and savor the time alone. Alas, the MVA was oxymoronically efficient. Whaddya wanna bet they’re not today?)

5- Do the long run I didn’t get in on Sunday. I tried ( yes, I'm whining here)… I started… but I got to mile 1 and my body started poking me irritatingly on the shoulder like a little kid who needs attention: “excuse me? Um. What are you doing?” Mile 2 voices: “throw in the towel, honey… this isn’t happening today…” I persevered, thinking I was just warming up (couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the bachelorette party the night before for my future sister-in-law). Around mile 4 I decided to listen to the wise voices and turned it into a recovery run. 6 SLOW miles. But I have to get a 20-miler in for the Jersey marathon training (may 3) so today’s the day…

6- Oh yeah…. That pesky “work” thing. Gotta work.

7- Laundry. I can’t avoid it. It’s literally overflowing from the hampers. I’ve tried to get the family members to cut down on all the laundry by going around naked, but I’ve encountered a lot of resistance. I thought it was a good idea, myself.

That’s all okay, though… because no cooking tonight! Sushi and a glass of wine for the queen!