This is my worst birthday.
And the crazy thing is....
The crazy thing.......
IT'S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY.
Today is Dylan's birthday.
Today Dylan turned 13.
I
AM
THE
MOTHER
OF
A
TEENAGER.
ME!!!!
I have a TEENAGER!!!
When did I get so old?
Seriously, this is worse than when I
turned 30, which didn't bother me one bit.
31 bothered me. I was "in my 30's".
40 didn't bother me at all.
I even forget that I'm 42. I was telling
someone I was 43 and Dylan corrected me.
See??? I don't even KNOW how old I am.
BUT I DO know that I am now the mother of a
TEENAGER!!!
I spent today making cupcakes:

Baseballs.
These are the last 8.
You can tell I was over them by this point.
I asked Dylan if he had a good birthday.
"Um, yeah!"
He rec'd teenager currency (iTunes gift cards)
-tickets to the US Open in June - very excited.
-a "T" rated game for the WII, because he can now play "T" rated games.
We also went out for sushi:


Yeah, today was pretty good, but it's
still my worst birthday.