Well, outside of fearing any future romantic Labor Day Weekend getaways (SEPARATE BEDS ON THAT WEEKEND UNTIL MENOPAUSE), I haven’t thought too much about their birthdays being so close just yet. They’ll either like it or hate it, probably veering back and forth between the two in the coming years. It’s maybe a blessing in disguise for me, actually. I’m terrible at remembering dates, so at least this makes it easier for me to remember their birthdays. Even after 6 years of knowing each other, I still have to pause and think hard about what day in October is my husband’s birthday.
Thanks for the compliment! I’m not really too cool of a mom. I yell too much, and I wear dorky mom sandals, and I know nothing of pop culture, and I’ll never allow video games in my house. I’m sure it’ll be no time at all before my kids will be embarrassed to be seen with me and will think I’m totally boring and square.