If you have children with a birthday around this already jam-packed time of year, then you know what I am talking about: a manic period of birthday AND Christmas shopping, birthday AND Christmas party preparations, birthday AND Christmas gift-wrapping, answering relatives' requests for birthday AND Christmas gift ideas.
Of course, every girl probably thinks they've got the coolest dad in the world, and they probably do. But, let's face it: Jaipaul Singh is definitely one of a kind. He's rocked out at a Guns N Roses concert, he's got a DSc (one of the highest degrees you can get) and he even taught me all about menstruation (thanks, dad).
If you'd asked my 25-year-old self what I'd be like in ten years' time I probably would have had a fair stab at describing my actual life - house in the suburbs, couple of kids, some kind of job -but the devil is in the detail, and there are so many things that I'd hoped to be doing by now that I'm just not.
Just be you and never try to be a people pleaser, folks will like and love you for who you are and if they can't accept that then you don't need them in your life. Laugh, be kind and don't ever let boys break your heart. Most importantly bask in what makes you happy and build your worth on experiences and not possessions. Never forget that you can talk to me.
Last weekend was my birthday, and in the lead-up to it I was a flipping nightmare. I didn't want to turn 35 - it just seemed one inevitable, saggy step closer to 40. However, in the beatific afterglow of a lot of red wine and the fact that I turned 35 and my face didn't immediately shrivel into a Crankies-like death mask, I have figured out there are some pretty good things about reaching roughly half your life expectancy...