Do the math.
Today is my birthday. My husband had the kids make cards for me. I got the cutest little handmade cards with sweet little drawings and bubble letters. They were wishing me a happy 35th birthday.
I looked at my husband and informed him that I am 34 today. He seemed truly puzzled and said, "Wait. Am I 36?" No, honey, you are 35 and I am 34. But thank you for trying to take a year off my life.
Don't tell PJ, but this whole 34 thing just occurred to me a few months ago, anyway. I was sure that I was turning 33 this year until it dawned on me that 2012-1978 = 34. This is what happens when you have a boatload of kids. You don't even know how old you are anymore.
(Now, if you are a parent of a bunch of kids and you do know how old you are, I'm sorry if I offended you.
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