I did however get one year closer to death recently. I'm now 38, which can be considered "pushing 40," right?
I spent the day at a spa where I "took the waters" and relaxed, something which was long overdue considering the insanity that is now daily life at our house. Things have sort of settled down a bit, which may or may not be due to intense therapy, introspection, an entire village (it takes one to raise a kid, dontchaknow) mediators/translators (I don't speak teenager well), cooling-off periods, or a combination of all of the above.
That, and the reminder to take everything one day at a time, one moment at a time. Because when I try to take it in all at once? That's when I teeter on the brink of insanity.
So here's to 38 being a year of taking steps, however small, away from the edge.
For the grand occasion, Ralph got me my favorite kind of roses (sterling), and they smell heavenly. Thanks honey!