It seems I have finally reached the pinnacle of womanhood. That point in a woman’s life when you either hang your head in sadness or attack it with a vengeance.
That’s right..I turn 30 in less than 4 hours.
I’m happy to say that I do not fall in the category of sadness, nor do I fall into attacking the number with a vengeance. Instead I shall just accept it; because really what other choice do I have.
I guess the only thing that worries me about turning 30 is that I will no longer be able to blame those stupid, immature things that I am prone to do on being in my 20’s. It seems that once you reach 30 there is a whole new height of responsibleness..Ok so that’s not really a word but give me a break I’m only in my 20’s! (SEE!)
I’m scared that I won’t live up to the expectations that people have of 30 year olds. I’m a stay at home mom who in order to get out of the house and keep her sanity, works part time as a 9-1-1 dispatcher. A mercilessly thankless job but it allows me to frolic amongst adults. I’m proud of what I have accomplished as a mother. My kids are well fed, and they are still breathing when their dad gets home at night, which frankly is a miracle sometimes. I feel like I am instilling great values in them, and the times I have at home with them I wouldn’t trade for the world.
But..Yes that’s a big BUT.. There is a part of me that wishes I was more successful. I would love to be able to do something at home that later in life my children can say “WOW! Look at what Mom did while she was raising us!”
Alright, so thank you for attending my pity party. Please help yourself to the our cocktail bar where we will be serving cranberry juice with a side of vodka and also partake in the mound of comfort chocolate.