I'm not sure what thirty is supposed to feel like, but whatever it is...I'm not feeling it.
Most days, I look at my life and wonder who this man is in my bed and where did these three children come from. Aren't I still a seventeen year old cheerleader with big bangs and an obnoxious personality?
I'm not thirty.
Well, I guess I am. I guess it's true.
And this week, I've been reminded.
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The other day Kendon and I were discussing a girl he works with.
Kendon: "She's about 25ish."
Me: "So, she's about my age."
Kendon: "Uh...you're not really 25ish anymore."
Me: "Oh."
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Here's another reality check for you....
Kendon: "Sirri, you're so cute! Where did you come from? You must be cute like your mom."
Sirri: "Well, I'm CUTER than my mom. But, don't worry mom, I still love you."
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And just one more.
Sirri: "So, mom. What kind of birthday cake are you going to have?"
Me: "I don't know sis. What kind do you think I should have?"
Sirri: "You could have a princess cake!"
Me: "Yeah. That's a good idea. Do you think I'm a princess?"
Sirri: "Um? Yeah? ............pause and in thought........... Well, mom. Maybe you should just have a Mommy cake."
What? This isn't what thirty year olds act like?Oh.
