birthdays are for young people...

tomorrow is my 31st birthday. until today, i actually forgot. remember when you were a kid and you planned for your birthday for months? all you could think about was what kind of party you would have and what presents you would receive? at what age does that change? last year, for the big 3-0 i had planned to not celebrate. i was determined that if i pretended i wasn't turning thirty then maybe i wouldn't. my dear husband and family planned a huge surprise party for me. it was really awesome and i'm thankful they did it. this year, the mr asked me what i wanted to do. i really just want to have dinner with our families and enjoy their company. i do not, however, want to take my four darling children to the restaurant. is that bad? i love those kids, but having them in a restaurant is NOT a good time. they are well mannered, good kids. but they are still kids. the little guy is the messiest eater you've ever seen. he thinks its super fun to bang his silverware on the table and sing along with it. not cute in a restaurant full of people. he also likes to chew food up, spit it in his hand, look at it, and put it back in his mouth. nice. i didn't even think about the fact that i would get a few gifts until last night when my husband asked me what i wanted. well... i'd like a few hours of peace and quiet, my flat stomach back and to be 25 again. do they sell that at target? if not, i'm out of ideas.