31.

On the morning I turned 31 (that was yesterday!), I woke without any expectations.

I wasn't expecting cakes, nor a celebration. 

I was, however, expecting to get the sheets changed and chores done.

On the morning I turned 31, J decided to.. give me a break?

She asked for Daddy the entire day.

She just wants to be with Daddy.

On the day I turned 31, my good buddy - the headache- decided to pay me a visit. It must think it has been long since we last met, so it decided that a celebration was only right.

I did receive well wishes from real friends and family though.

My favourite was the one from my not-so-little-anymore brother, that ended with a kissing emoticon.

On the day I turned 31, my baby refused to eat the porridge I cooked. But it was still hilarious because she tried ways and means to get off her high chair. Poo poo helps. As long as it's the potty I'll let her out. Only she didn't poop. And she refuses to get back to her seat. She RAN, waving her little hands saying "No! No no..." and made her sweet escape. That truly, was hilarious. I tried so hard not to laugh.

On the evening I turned 31, my mum cooked J her porridge and brought it over for her dinner. My parents and brother (missing the sister who's at work) brought us dinner too.

There was still no cake, and no celebration.

But my heart is warm.

To know I have my loved ones around me.

Anytime.

All the time.

On the night I turned 31, J still prefers her daddy.

I think being off-duty was her present to me.

(The chores? Nothing got done.)