32

Yesterday I turned 32 and spent the day with 2 of my 3 favourite little people. We just hung out at home, watching a DVD, knitting, drinking cups of Chai and keeping out of the rain.

The afternoon went downhill since I had to take Eva to her specialist appointment and the only time we could get was 4pm, so a 6 hour round trip later with all children in tow made for a Mummy with a very very sore head. But all the kids went straight to bed, I ate a lovely husband-cooked-dinner with a glass of champagne, broke out a new sewing pattern and spent the evening doing crafty stuff instead of working.

As I went to bed, Dean asked if I thought I would be married and have 3 kids by the time I was 32 when I was in my 20s, I told him that I had hoped I would but didn't know if I would be that lucky to have everything go to my "plan". Turns out I am.