I’m feeling like I’m forty lately. Mostly because I don’t sleep anymore and partly because I just turned forty.
My birthday was low key. Rob took me on a date in three parts, just like our very first date in San Diego a decade ago. First he took me to lunch in Boston, then we had a little party at home, then he took me on an adventure that involved Thai food, wine, and The Goonies in the back of our minivan. And it was my favorite part of the day.
We also spent my birthday weekend on Cape Cod. It was cathartic. Mum and Rob took the boys for long stretches of time and let me do whatever the hell I wanted. We drank gin and tonics on the beach in the afternoon and watched the boys run on the sand and dig for clams. I actually got into the ocean with the boys, which was big because I’ve become such a bore at the beach lately and I never go in. At night Rob and I snuggled under a blanket and watched the sunset.
My whole birthday week it was just me, Rob, my Mum and the boys. I have to tell you, I never thought I’d have five people at my 40th. In my 20s my idea of a reasonable celebration for a landmark birthday was 150 people in a warehouse with a DJ, a fully stocked bar and my friend Mel taking her top off.
I got texts all week asking what I did for my 40th. The truth: My family was all I could manage. I’m tired. Raising three boys under 6 is tough. The news is a source of massive anxiety. I worry a lot lately, especially between the hours of 2 and 5am.
So I’m sorry if I bummed you out. I’ve had that kind of month. The good news is that today’s post on BIOGRAPHIE will not bum you out.
Some photos from my fortieth week…
Who’s ready for a refreshing 11°C swim?! First let me take some photos of towels.
Shells with Nonna.
And now a little trip down Cape Cod Memory Lane if I may…
The church Robbie’s grandmother built. We also got married here in 2010.
The Old Manse Inn – we stayed here during our wedding. The hotel was originally owned by Rob’s great grandfather.
Stony Brook Grist Mill and Museum