20 + 10

Well, this day had to finally come.  The day that I am forced into being an adult.  It’s the day I turn 30.  It was easy to say before, if I was acting non-adult like, that it was because I was still in my 20’s, even though I was/am married with a child.  But now, now I need to “man up” and embrace being a 30 year old…you know, like stop being afraid of the dark, stop pretending to throw up when changing a dirty diaper, and to not say “oops” in a cute little voice when Scotty asks if I had remembered to do something he had asked.   I keep thinking this whole 30 thing can’t be that bad.  I mean, just think about my parents.  My parent’s youngest child is 30!  I feel worse for them then I do for myself. 

So yeah, I’m the BIG 30 today.  I guess I should go buy some wrinkle cream and go to bed at a reasonable hour.