On turning 34...

I want to admit something. Fun birthday wish lists aside, I'm really not that excited about my birthday this week. It's not that I fear getting older...not at all, actually. I guess I just feel a little tired. Tired mentally from running ragged trying to juggle and jockey so many things. And sure, presents are cool and fun but let's face it - I don't really need anything. I'm pretty lucky as they say...new house, great  growing family, etc etc but I just feel blah.

My husband asked me what I wanted to do and I couldn't come up with anything. I suppose dinner would be nice but then there is the never ending game of "find a babysitter." Don't have the energy. And, I used to love dressing up but when you have a beach ball hanging off the front of you...let's just say I don't skip with eager anticipation over to my closet every morning.

Perhaps I'm being hormonal or just at a crossroads trying to figure this whole "be a FT mom and balance a career thing". I think they call it seeking "balance".

Heavy for a birthday, right? Yeah, I thought so. I'll just have to remind myself of this ribbon come Wednesday. But then again, tomorrow's a new day, right?