Welcome to my semi-fancy fantasy 31st birthday bash

I used to do an annual birthday post (like these for my 27th, 28th and 29th) but opted not to for my 30th because it just didn't SEEM quite like the thing a 30-year-old would do. I guess I thought that having a three in front of a zero when it came to my age required more introspection and less imagination.

But 31 feels different. Maybe it's because I've spent the last year playing with children's toys, but I'm ready to imagine my fantasy birthday bash again. Only now my fantasies are a little different. I still dream about jet-setting to a foreign country with my husband and being wined and dined, but the truth is, my ultimate 31st birthday would go somewhat like this:

Supernanny drops by
to watch all our kids!

Then we go to a luxury spa retreat and get matching suites
for a rediculously indulgent three-hour afternoon nap.

When we get up, chocolate-covered strawberries
and champagne magically appear on the night stand.

Next? A deluxe spa treatment.

Then we meet up with the kiddos and our families
for dinner at the resort's five-star dining room.
And none of the servers shoot any dirty looks
when a toddler flings food across the room.

Then we mow down a big-ass cake that has
the first calorie-free frosting ever made.

Then we put the kids to bed and watch a chick
flick like "Confessions of a Shopaholic" and
our husbands and boyfriends don't protest a peep.

What? Presents? Aw. I'll take 'em!

(To play along, just copy a link of the present
you’d like to get me in your comment.)

Then more strawberries.

And back to bed, which just got turndown service.

Thanks for coming! Here's your party favor.
(Because, seriously, can you ever have enough of those?)