Picture Perfect

Maturity Hits

I now know why people refer to this age as "middle-aged."  Sure, people live longer and middle age is more like mid 40s, but I have hit middle age, I am certain of it.  My evidence:

• Making fun of people seems mean and not fun.  I wish I could go back, but it is forever gone.
• I feel fine with my weight and body.  WHAT??  This is wrong.  I care about my health, but I just don't care if I look skinnier anymore. This disturbs me.
• I don't want to eat anything packaged.  It seems like poison and gross.   This is particularly tragic considering that is 90% of what I can eat on the road and buy in grocery stores.
• In July at our annual conference there was exactly ONE opportunity to go out dancing with my co-workers at the dueling piano bar.  I have done this several years and loved it.  But this year?  I just went to bed instead.  I even got a text at midnight asking "where the @#$% are you?"  and I just rolled over and went back to sleep.  
• I stopped texting and driving because I believe I can actually die now.  
• I stopped speeding (though I might just be on hiatus for 1 more year until my record clears from the last violation)
• I now seek opportunities to hang out with nuns. 
• 6 hours and 19 minutes of sleep used to buy me extraordinary energy.  Now I need about 6 hrs 30.  Lame.
• I read news.

Sleeping Fairies

This weekend my youngest child turned 3.

For the first time I have the youngest child potty trained (mostly) and no thoughts of one coming down the pipeline. 
We have diapers that we may never use.

We have 4 children who can articulate anger, frustration, happiness, and joy using words.

And how do I feel?


I know I am biased, but you can ask around--she brings joy to everyone she meets.  She hugs people, she laughs, she smiles, and when she flounces into a room, it feels like there is actually just a little more light. 

She refused to change her clothes and is in fact still donning the fairy gear now.  I suppose she really is magical, why not dress the part?