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The Big 3-0

 I still remember, when thirty was old.... My biggest fear September, when he had to go....

 I Do still remember when 30 seemed like it was so old. Now, looking on to tomorrow, my thirtieth birthday, it does not seem old at all. I do not FEEL old, I don't think I even LOOK old. In fact when I buy cigarettes, I 98% of the time get carded (I don't smoke but sometimes support hubby's bad habit) I get carded 100% of the time if I have my oldest daughter with me, I think that people assume were "buddies" not mother and daughter.

 So why did 30 seem so OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLD when I was 13? My now 13 year old thinks that my friends and I are "old people" and this makes me laugh, until I remember being her age, and thinking how 30 was old. Your only as old as you feel though, right?

 So what are my plans? Well my hubby works. I have the kids. So I figure my night will go something like, break up 30 fights between kids, get called "mean" once or twice, put kids in bed and take a nice hot shower and then go to bed. I could think of worse ways to spend the big 3-0 I suppose.

 This weekend my friend and I are getting a hotel room. Just her and I. No kids, cellphones OFF. NO kid texts. Nope. We plan on spending the day window shopping and having a nice dinner, and then each of us will take a LONG.HOT. UNINTERRUPTED. bath (separately of course) I simply cannot wait. A whole day without kids. Rude as it may sound, I need it.

 So this week and life in general has been very busy. With dentist, getting my wisdom teeth removed, more dentists for the kids, Audiologist for Bailey, someone coming to look at the hot water heater, and my dishwasher (that will no longer drain) Handwashing many many dishes (BOO) Dog to the vet to get fixed, and at some point we would like to find a van to buy :)

 So if I make it through the remainder of this week, I will have my "mini vacation" if all goes well. Like I said before I cannot wait. Thirty, here I come!

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