I’m a little quiet this week. In this blog world, at home, everywhere.
My oldest daughter will be 7 on Saturday. The daughter who came out kicking and screaming, after three days of labor at 6:27 AM on June 14, 2001. My 23rd birthday.
That means this Saturday, I’m turning 30.
This is a number I’m not handling well. I love my husband, my kids and my life. Never would I trade them for anything else. Its me that I’m not happy with. And its been a hard week of soul searching and sober realizations. I’m not the person I thought I’d be at 30. And it seems like a nearly impossible goal to get to the place I want to be.
So I’m quiet. Maybe after I survive this weekend, I’ll perk up again.