a week without

a blog entry. Sorry, been busy. Tuesday was my birthday. It was also September 11th. And Timmy’s first day of school. (Ok, so it hasn’t really been a week since posting since I did blog about Timmy’s first day, but almost). I hate my birthday. It sucks. Not the getting older part- it’s better than the alternative, but the fact that September 11th is THE SADDEST day ever. And as much as I try to avoid it, I always end up watching some recaps from 2001 and crying my eyes out over the course of the day. I can’t help but watch it. I feel like I need to so I don’t forget. Not a pleasant way to spend your birthday. I used to love my birthday. Center of attention and all that. But now, not at all. Besides, being a mommy, it’s really just another day. Everyone needs to get up, dressed, fed, taken care of. Laundry is still waiting, floors still need vacuming and sweeping. Just another day. Oh well. I did get a very nice bouquet of flowers (pink roses, my favorite) from my sweet husband and he picked out an awesome Coach bag for me all by himself! And, the best part, I LOVE IT. He is doing well.

Thanks to all my friends who called or sent b’day cards. I didn’t answer the phone much. It’s hard to explain why you are sad on your birthday. But, there it is and now you know. 

Wednesday my mom and I went into NYC to see A Chorus Line on Broadway. So much fun! We were originally going to go back in January, but I got the flu (thankfully, not the stomach kind, but I was still  sooooo sick) so there was no way I couldv’e gone. I ended up giving the tickets to a friend of mine who was so kind to me while I was sick- she picked up and dropped off the boys at school almost every day for 2weeks while I was dying. She has two daughters who are very talented singers and go to Broadway often. So at least someone got good use out of them. Anyway, I got an offer for reduced price tickets and amazing seats (row 7 orchestra, center) so we decided (after a bit of convincing on my part) to go on the first night of Rosh Hashana. Mainly because I knew it would be a late night and I didn’t have to get the boys ready for school early the next day cause they were off for the holiday. The show was so great (they didn’t change a thing from the original version which I must have seen with my grandpa at least 6 times. And you know my theory on change….change is bad. we fear change.) and just like I remembered, except it seemed smaller. Smaller theatre, smaller stage, just smaller. I guess thats a part of the whole growing up/changing perspective thingy. Then mom and I went over to Ruby Foo’s (asian fusion) for dinner at 10:30pm. We had such a great mother/daughter date. And lots of hand sanitizer. You know, for the train/subway. We are going to try to do that more often.

Timmy had his first day of his gym class on Friday. Timmy is in that class with his buddy Jack and they spent the whole time running around after eachother. Its so funny that every time it’s circle time (either at school or another class) and there is singing or participating, he just WILL. NOT. DO. IT. He will just sit there and not sing, clap, jump, or anything else they are asking him to do. But for other non-circle-activities, he’s all in. Loves the art project, or the races, or the story time an fully participates in that part. But a big no to the singing or following singing directions. Just weird.

The big boys had another soccer game today (game 2) and their team won 5-4. Jack was goalie in the 1st half (let up 4 goals, but did have at least 8 good saves). Patrick was definitely not on his game today. He didn’t play hard (maybe he used up all his hustle last week?) or run a lot. I have to reconsider that later bedtime I guess.