(The kids & hubby made me a cake with love)
Yesterday was my birthday.
My 27th birthday to be exact.
I’m definitely NOT in my early 20’s anymore.
On the way to drop my son off at school this morning I got to thinking.
My whole entire 20’s has and will be dedicated to raising kids.
I had my son at the young age of 19.
Wiping buns, cooking for them, cleaning after them, doing all of their laundry.
To be honest I feel like I haven’t gotten to live and have fun.
These 20’s of mine have been spent neglecting myself.
I can’t tell you when the last time I went to the movies.
The last time I had a pedicure was almost 18 months ago.
I want to have fun.
I want to be free.
I want to be spontaneous.
I want to take random day trips to the beach without having to pack the entire house and the kitchen sink.
In my dreams.
At least not right now.
My life is consumed by doing everything for everyone else.
What about me?
Am I being selfish?
I see women my age with no kids and they are working, shopping, going on trips and having fun.
Don’t get me wrong.
I LOVE my kids.
They are my world.
In my opinion being a stay at home mom is monotonous and can drive a girl insane some days.
It isn’t all rainbows and butterfly gumdrops sprinkled with unicorn kisses.
Also, NO I do not take it for granted and I know I am blessed to be able to stay at home.
I’m just saying I want more out of life.
Is it too early to be having a mid life crisis?
Time is flying.
Kids are growing too fast.
I’m not getting any younger.
When I go to Heaven, what will my life show?
Am I doing enough?
I’m not out saving the orphans in africa.
I’m just tending to my own.
Trying to raise them the best I can without going insane in the process.
Worrying about if I’m doing a good enough job.
I am responsible for who they are as adults.
I am shaping every habit they have.
I’m trying to juggle myself and taking care of them.
26 was a good year but this year…
this 27th year of my life has to be better.
I have to do some things for myself.
Happy birthday to me.