It must be that time in my life. So many people I know are having babies this summer. So many friends are becoming parents, like they’re real grown ups or something. I suppose now that we’re in our mid-thirties we actually are grown ups, but it doesn’t feel that way to me yet. I still think I’m 25, not 35.
I wonder where that decade went. Sometimes, it feels like I go to sleep and five years go flying by.
My grown-up moment of the day was spent pouring over garage quotes, trying to figure out when and how to replace our garage. I may have muttered a couple of times, “I hate being a grown up.” And sometimes, I really do. Almost as much as I hated being a kid. Here’s hoping my senior years are easier.
My friend, Anita, had her baby shower today. She looked beautiful.
(And so grown up).
I bought her the book, “Go the F**k to Sleep.” Yes. I’m THAT friend at the baby shower. Wish I could take credit for that hipster/mustache pacifier though – that is seriously awesome. Especially if it’s a girl.