And, of course, she is so cute I don't really mind. But, today is my thirty first birthday, so I thought I owed it to myself to try to do a tiny bit of reflecting in between snuggles, feeding, and diapers.
While I was pregnant, I would often think, "Am I really old enough to be a parent?" Obviously, the answer is yes. At thirty one, I am not even a terribly young mother. Thirty one just seems so much older than thirty to me. When you are turning thirty, it is this major milestone, and then thirty one just puts you in your early thirties. That sounds so...old. Yikes. How did that happen?
I am such a freak about birthdays. I love them so much and always like to celebrate mine for the
I thought I was coping pretty well with minimal sleep. I mean I am coping pretty well, but it isn't until I actually try to write something coherent that I realize that performing daily tasks necessary for life and actually using the brain to compose something thoughtful are two entirely different things! When I think about what I'd most like this year for my birthday, it is probably four to six hours of uninterrupted sleep. A girl can dream, right? My goal for this birthday? Sometime this week--publish the two posts I have been trying to finish for two weeks. I'm starting small...
Hope this Monday you are feeling rested and refreshed. I plan to retain some semblance of my former self by celebrating with a breakfast of one (or maybe a few) donuts. That sounds like all the celebration I need.