Finn asked me yesterday if I was going to look REALLY old today. And then he asked me if I was going to have a Strawberry Shortcake party.
I was 19 years old when my mom turned 36.
I’m not sure which is more grey hair inducing… having a 19 year old or having a 9 month old. Either way, you’re not getting a lick of sleep.
It sure feels a lot younger than I thought it would when I was 19. Thirty-six felt so OLD. It’s almost forty. Forty! Forty meant that my mom had one foot in the grave.
It never ceases to make me laugh thinking about what an idiot I was when I was young.