Nicky Harley: It's my birthday but there'll be no balloons or bunting
It's my birthday today. For the past few days we've been woken up at the crack of dawn by the children asking if they can give me their cards.
I'm not enthusiastic at all.
I've been trying to feign excitement for their sake but I've drawn the line at putting up balloons and bunting.
It just seems a bit silly at my age.
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The children think that, when you have a birthday, that's what happens.
It's funny how you go from being little and looking forward to your birthday and having a party with all your friends to just trying to forget it's happening.
I would happily just stay in bed and pretend I'm not getting any older.
It's just another day now.
We're going out for a walk and we'll still be having cake but I really don't see the point in making an effort any more.
Ten years ago I would have had a party and gone clubbing with my friends but now I'm just happy staying in with a bottle of wine and a takeaway.
The other half will laugh when he reads this. He'll be thinking that if that's all he did for my birthday then he'd be in the dog house but who needs a big fuss, really?
Now we've got children, it is their birthdays that are important. Their little faces that will light up when they open their presents that's worth all the effort, the rest of us are just past it.
I'm 35 today, pushing 40 now.
It'll all be downhill soon.
When I go running, my knees hurt and the recovery time takes days, rather than hours. The crazy thing is I do more exercise now than ever before in a bid to fight the middle age spread when it comes.
I've found a few grey hairs but I'm holding back the temptation to get highlights.
It's a slippery slope to dye your hair, I just can't afford to have monthly hair appointments.
I struggle to stay up past 2am these days and would happily curl up in bed at 8pm.
I've spent the year fighting against getting old.
I still wear knee-high boots, I love my denim skirt and I occasionally wear clips in my hair. I don't think I look daft wearing these yet but the time is getting closer when it will look inappropriate.
I don't feel like I'm 35, I still feel 21 and I probably always will.
I still get asked for identification for alcohol, so at least the general public don't think I look that bad yet.
My friends dragged me to the pub last night for a few drinks, which was very kind of them.
I'll be honest, though, as much as I enjoyed it, I was looking forward to getting in and giving the kids a cuddle and putting my bed socks on.
All I really want for my birthday these days is a homemade card from the kids and a kiss. That will make my day.