On Turning 25

Yesterday was my 25th birthday - yay! Birthdays are a funny ol' thing when you get a little bit older - it always makes me laugh because people are like "so what are your plans for your birthday?" and I'm just like "probably ordering a takeaway and drinking Prosecco in my pyjamas, why?" - there's an expectation to make plans and do something different and I'm kinda just like nah bro.

I'm obviously on my school holidays (big teacher bonus right there) so yesterday I had a leisurely lie-in, woke up and made myself a 'fancy' Tassimo coffee, sat down and opened my cards. WEIRDLY this was an emotional experience for me this year. I dunno if my hormones are having their monthly domestic but seriously; I was opening birthday cards and bawling my eyes out because I'm obviously not okay hun.

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These were happy tears though, obvs. And tears of laughter. You know you're getting old when the cards genuinely mean more to you than the money/cheques falling out of them. Worryingly, 90% of the cards make reference to Prosecco/wine and therefore the cards currently adorning every surface of my living room are making out that I have a definite alcohol problem - and I'm okay with that I guess. People obviously know me well.

Anyway, when I'd managed to take control of my emotions - I had a shower, and got myself dolled up (curled my hair, red lipstick on - made an effort, y'know) to go out for lunch with my Mum. My Mum also works in a high school, so she's off on her jollies as well - which meant we could be proper lunching ladies and take advantage of the day to ourselves. We went to a small local Italian - I drank a very large glass of Sauvignon Blanc with lunch, then ate a massive slab of cheesecake - because calories on birthdays are non-existent. Honestly, it's true!

And do you know what I did for the rest of my day? Not a right lot to be honest. It was bliss. My sister finished work early and came around to my house, and we spent the evening giggling with each other, eating pizza, having a couple of several drinks, playing around with Snapchat filters (standard 2016 entertainment) and watching films. Side note: I have now decided that Rebel Wilson's character in How to be Single is my new spirit animal. I effing love her.

So what I suppose I'm saying is - I had a pretty low key birthday celebration... And it was pretty awesome. On Monday morning I'm heading up to Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival with the family, and we've decided that we'd have a nice meal out whilst there to properly raise a toast to my quarter of a century'th birthday.

Now I'm 25 I feel like it's that kind of age where you're definitely supposed to have your shit together. I feel like I'm doing alright though. I mean sometimes it still takes me three days to wash a plate and I legit despise putting my laundry away but that's normal right?