Tomorrow morning when I wake up (B-h), I will be 37 years old.
As I wrote to my friend, I will be closer to 50 than to 20...
I don't like getting older, it reminds of that we're not here forever.
Here are my resolutions for my 37th year;
I will stop buying Sweet chili Doritos and eat them up in the car, far away from my chips- obsessed children ( it must be genetic), to celebrate that decision I did it today, again, but for the last time...
I will fold my clothes on the shelves in my ( new, big Ikea-) closet, even when I lack of time.
I will start working again, I've been a housewife for 5 years now.
I will never, ever again wake up with a pimple on my nose or in my front because I'm a grown up, a mother of 3 and because women over 36 never have pimples (even after a bag of Doritos.)
At 37 I will fulfill a dream.
Shabat shalom all of you.