Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm almost thirty and not nineteen.
Right this second, no reminder needed. I just had to stop typing so I could re start the sleep sheep hanging off Gray's bed before he woke up and freaked the freak out. That seems like a real thirty year old thing to do.
Friday night my little sister and I did a spy roll in the middle of a casino floor while tracking what might have been a millionaire member of the Safari club. That was a little too close to nineteen. Said the security guard who looked at me with "Get a hold of yourself old woman" eyes.
Then I stepped outside to call my husband and check on my teething baby. Thirty.
Saturday we dropped the kids off with their cousins and went snowboarding. After we finished we hung out in the lodge and ate peanut m&m's. Nineteen.
This morning I woke up and could barely bend my legs. Oh yeah, thirty.
Today I skipped church and took a three hour nap with my two little boys. They were both on top of me and my head was wedged in the iron work of our headboard, but hot damn. It was the best three hours of a very good weekend.