The crisis...

You guys, I think i'm going through a mid-life crisis...

No wait...

I'm going through a MUM-LIFE CRISIS!!

Today is the LAST DAY OF FEBRUARY! It's even a leap year, which mean that the guys down at the calendar shop gave me a whole extra day to get used to the idea this year. The end of February means only one thing, the beginning of MARCH! AHHH!! Ok, ok, well DUUUHHH, but March is my birthday month...

My birthday's coming up, as it does relentlessly, every. single. year... I mean, without fail. Here it is again. BOOM you're another year older. Last year, I literally hid from my birthday. We packed up and went on a mini family vacay, which was amazing don't get me wrong, but I didn't want to be celebrated. I couldn't handle the big 3-0. Now this year, it's 31!!

30 effing 1... What the heck?

If you were to ask me off hand how old I was, I would automatically want to say something like 'Oh, I'm 26', and I've been wondering why that is. Why has the time between my 27th birthday and my 31st birthday flown by in a blink? I know why...

#MumLife

We started trying to get pregnant with Abbie not long before my 27th birthday, and I think from that moment on, life became ALL. ABOUT. KIDS... My life went from all about me, to all about babies with he appearance of the word "PREGNANT" on one of those digital pregnancy tests (but not with the 5 tests taken before that), that was when it all changed! Life was that wasted time between little baby kicks, or Braxton Hicks (Grrr)... the time between the monotonous baby 'feed, crap, sleep' cycle, or the juggling of toddler routine vs baby needs! Before you know it, you're rocking a trendy balayage hair do, when in fact it's just mega regrowth, and you're channeling your inner Sesame Street with a fierce Bert-esq monobrow! Don't even get me started on trying to figure out when the old 'smile lines' appeared... Once upon a time, I could smile without granny wrinkles, ugh...

31 was always my 'I thought I'd have all my shit together' age. I still feel like a teenager, pretending to be an adult, while trying to figure out how to raise two tiny people, set a good example, and not screw them up royally. I guess I'll have to reassess... Maybe I should make my new 'I'll have all my shit together' age 70, and just work on not screwing up my grandkids... At least that gives me a few years to breathe.

So if you see some posts over the next few weeks of a mildly depressed, haggard looking old lady, that's just me, mourning my youth...