Thirty, the big 3-0, the year one is officially a grown-up. I wrote a blog about this last year, but I'll go ahead and revisit some of the things turning 30 means for me. The biggest thing is seeing if I've acquired the taste for coffee. On Saturday, July 14, 2012, my husband will be choosing the coffee I try to see if my taste buds know they're grown up. I'm a bit nervous about this since I abhor coffee. Really, I'm afraid I might throw up. But I'll be brave and keep my promise to try it, mostly because Chase loves coffee so much and I think he would enjoy sharing his delight in it with me.
Thirty is also the age I will be when we become homeowners. Wow, I'm such a grown-up! As long as the bank gives us a loan (which we've been pre-approved for), we'll be closing on our first house August 15. Our boys will have a bedroom together and their baby sister will have her very own (very girly) room. Naptime will be so much easier! AND our room will no longer be taken over by laundry! (At our current place the washer & dryer are in the garage, so our bedroom doubles as where we put dirty clothes and where I fold the clean ones). You know you're getting old when you get excited by the idea of having a clean floor being way easier when you have hardwood in the dining room (and most everywhere else) as opposed to old janky carpet. I dread the process of moving, especially since it'll be three hours north-ish of where we live now, but I'm excited to live in our own house in a city with lots of things to do.
|Me holding Charlotte|
Turning 30 means no more shopping in the junior's department, no more low rise jeans (well, having babies means no more low rise jeans), no more wearing cartoon characters on my shirts (at least in public, I'll continue to wear them around the house because the boys get a kick out of seeing Cat in the Hat and Mario & Luigi on my shirts). These things are fine, I mean, maybe if I dress a little more grown up people won't be so surprised that I have three kids.
I have two days (well, really, a day and a half) left of my 20's. I feel like I should do something irresponsible. Live it up. Have cake for breakfast! Jaywalk! Post a picture of myself on Facebook doing something silly and I'll later regret it! Watch Workaholics! (Shhh! Workaholics is my new favorite show, but don't tell because it's pretty dumb. It's like Adam Sandler-type comedy: think Billy Madison & Happy Gilmore meet Stella.)
What dumb things should I do with my last day-and-a-half of my 20's? You know, things that are appropriate in your 20's but not in your 30's? Note: I probably won't do any of the suggested things unless they can be done while taking care of three small kids (What? I have 3 kids? I'm not old enough!) and packing for our move.