It's my 39th birthday today, and it's a good day and a bad day.

It's a good day because I am actually going out to dinner tonight, to The Plumed Horse, which is a very swanky joint that I have wanted to go to for ages. I'm dining not just with my beloved husband, but with my best friend Angela (who flew in from Arizona yesterday for a surprise visit) and my friend Mimi, who is coming down from San Francisco. So that is definitely something to look forward to! Angela will be staying with us until Tuesday, so we will get a chance to visit and queen it up.

The bad part is that Adrian is sick with a really bad cold/flu and he has not slept more than an hour or so at a time for the last 4-5 days without waking up, coughing his brains out and screaming at top volume for "MOMMMMYYYYY!!!!!" Last night he coughed so hard that he actually barfed on me. Poor guy, but I am WIPED. I can't even walk away from him into the next room without him freaking out, and my evenings from 7:00pm on have consisted of laying in bed with him in a dark, humidified room and being coughed on after a a long, hard day of wiping his nose and listening to him shriek and not nap. Zero down time.

To add to the joy of this, I'm pretty under the weather myself. It's luckily not a full-fledged illness, just a lingering sore throat, runny-nose thing with a feverish undertone. Just enough that I'm going to keep the wine consumption to a minimum tonight, and eh, I don't have much of an appetite.

I'm also stressing out because we're going out fairly late, past the kids' bedtimes, which means that Kim will be putting the kids to bed. Julian is no problem, but Adrian is going to be a nightmare. I mean, he's a nightmare for ME lately, and he has been put to bed by someone other than me exactly two times in his two years of life. I guess I'll just have Kim rock him to sleep in the rocking chair and then try to lay him down. I think that might work the best out of anything.

So hooray for the fun evening planned and the next few days hanging with Angela, but boooo for the goddamn illness around here. Sick kids SUCK. At least Julian's not sick. YET.

Apart from all this, I am having some weird anxiety about turning 39. I just don't like the 9 years. It's like, I might as well be 40 already. I've already done that, actually. I spent all of age 36 thinking that I was already 37 ( I was pregnant, preoccupied, and mush-brained from hormones and back pain) and then when I turned 37 I thought I was turning 38, until Dan informed me otherwise.

On the one hand I was happy to only be 37. On the other hand I totally missed being 36. It was weird.

OK, Adrian is whining for me again, gotta go. Kid had better get well soon! I can't take much more of this.