Oh, to be 30.

Am I crazy? I'm currently living my last and final year in my 20's, but I long to be 30. Ask me again when I actually turn 30 next October, but for right now, I'm kind of tired of feeling like a kid. Maybe it's because I will continue to look like a teenager even while in my 30's, so I'm not weirded out by actually being 30. I don't know, but I'm kind of done with the 20's.

Think about all of the perceptions of a girl in her 20's that you get. Irresponsible. Doesn't understand the world even though she thinks she does. Her only real "struggle" in life is whether or not to buy the brown or black riding boots (okay, so that was a struggle I had, but hey, I'm still in my 20's). To her 401K is a lot of money. (Get it, $401,000).

I once had a boss, who hung her hat on being older than me. Really? I just want to be able to say, "I'm not young, I'm 30!" (and I like to kick and stretch and KICK).

Most of my friends are in their 30's, and I just wish I was in mine, too. Maybe a husband and a kid gives me some kind of street cred in the town of 30's?

Teacher to Mom

Hi. I did it. I started a blog. I wanted one for just my stuff. You see, I'm a teacher gone stay-at-home mom/gone mad. I grew up playing school and really wanting nothing else than to be a teacher. When I filled out forms for college I didn't even hesitate before I wrote "education" when I designated my major. I got my degree and got my first job. Then my second. Then I met my husband and got my third job. I continued to teach when we had our daughter until my husband took a new job back "home" and I was about to have to look for job number four. Little did I know job number four would be full-time stay-at-home mom. Jobs weren't really available, and when I applied for one I didn't get it. You bet I cried. I questioned my abilities as a teacher. I struggled through feeling like a failure around people who just met me in our "new" town and around my husband who just landed his almost dream job. But, after over a year of staying home, I am starting to realize the reason why God chose THIS path for me for now. This stay-at-home, wear sweatpants more than one day a week and let myself go, mac -n- cheese crusted in my hair while at the grocery store, mom.