I spent the morning hiking with a friend and our kids. We got lost and muddy and snagged by thorn bushes but it was a fun experience. We ate a picnic lunch while the boys talked about farts and Nerf guns and how wet their socks were.
In the afternoon I went shopping for fabric (I'm starting a new quilt) and I bribed the boys into quiet submission at the shop by promising them $5 each to spend at Five Below if they didn't act up. It worked. Yes, I paid my children cash to let me shop in peace, but it was my birthday so I was allowed to suck at parenting.
I spent the evening at the local bar, and later on my porch, with dear friends. Laughing is so good for the soul. Copious amounts of alcohol however is not, and I have been feeling bad all day. I also had a little cry after all the friends had left, because I was drunk and it felt so damn unfair that Eric couldn't be there to celebrate with me. He'd have loved it all.
All in all, a successful birthday. I'm totally happy being 47.