Holy Crap, I'm Thirty

Holy Crap! I'm Thirty!

Sheesh. When did that happen? I look at my life sometimes, with a newborn and a ten year old stepson and a husband and I wonder how exactly I got here. It's amazing really. Last year at this time I was pregnant and didn't even know it yet! I am sure I could wax a little more philosophical for you all, but I'm afraid I'm really, reaaally tired and my brain isn't working at full capacity these days.

I did want to mention something, though, on this exciting day that marks the end of a whole decade of life. I met my sixteen year old alter ego on the street the other day. It was very disconcerting, as you can imagine. I was walking along, my cute little darling asleep in the sling (you thought I might get through an entire entry without mentioning how cute she was, admit it)and this girl approached me from the opposite direction. She was the same build and colouring as me, and was wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt, a short black pleated skirt (one of those ones with the straight waist that is pleated at the bottom that are now back in style), white and black striped knee high socks and a pair of eight hole Doc's. I still have my striped socks - they were last worn by Tangwystl as part of a Halloween costume. It was very strange to see me at sixteen walking around in someone else's body. I wanted to go up to her and tell her that it might not look like it now, with my shoulder covered in baby puke and hair that looks like it was attacked by a weed whacker, but I used to be her. I figured that would really freak her out though, and most likely mark my official descent into crazy lady territory.

I would like to hold off on official crazy ladyness until I can find a really huge floppy hat to wear on market days. If you are going to do something, you shouldn't do it halfway.