I'm turning the big 3-5 today. My Dad says he is officially old now that he has a kid my age. If 35 is old then what the heck is 90? I've been mulling over this new box that I get to check- no longer 25-34 but now 35-54. What the hell is up with that jump? That is what makes me feel old. The thought that someone could think I'm 54? Really? Well, at least by then some of the kids would be out of the house, so there is that. After spending some time thinking about this new bracket, the mid-thirties, I can't help but think back to a post I wrote at DC Metro Moms a few years ago. In it I wrote about how I would rather be in my thirties than my twenties. I can still say that I still feel that way today. While I wouldn't mind being able to spend a whole day doing nothing but watching back to … [Read more...]