33 is fun to say

Sup, girl.

It's your birthday again! You've got this down to an art. McDs Diet Coke, free gift from Ulta, take out, and guilt-free indulgence with something good on TV. This year is especially good because Lars started school (finally! *celebratory dance*) and with Amos napping... uninterrupted chill. 

This year has been weird. You are lonely. It's amazingly difficult to cultivate and nurture new, in person, relationships as an adult. Your family and friends lives keep happening without you (rude). Your wonderful, funny, best friend of a husband works hard, long hours and travels. This, combined with the invisible nature of motherhood, can make a girl feel insignificant. To be the whole world to herd of small humans and simultaneously be wholly under-appreciated is depleting, exhausting. None of this is a new story. In fact, it's the same ol' story. You really are the most basic. You'd like to submit the following evidence to support this theory- you rely heavily on Diet Coke, freaking love Target, cope with your husband's extensive work hours by shopping online, and buy quality makeup but rarely wear it because who has time with a clamoring toddler at your feet? Basically you have become the most typical of stay-at-home stereotypes. And it's only a little depressing. 

Then there's the fact that your last baby turned one this year. This gave you a major existential crises. If you are not making babies what are you doing? You know a woman's worth is not tied up in making babies. It's not about that. It's about what you spent your entire 20s doing and now you can't see what road to take. Were you supposed to develop a hobby or skill along the way?! Because besides being able to change a diaper without gagging and unload a dishwasher in under 5 min, you forgot to do that.

But man, is it good to take the bad and ride it out, still appreciating the good. Genuine happiness built into every day. Being in your 30s is cool like that. You may not know what all the latest acronyms or hippest abbreviations are, but you also don't have to worry about caring *too* much about running errands in my house dress. You can also scream silently in your head while simultaneously troubleshooting your toddlers latest tantrum, so.

You are middleish-age. Young enough to take selfies and old enough to know better than to post *too* many. Young enough to watch E! News but old enough to only know about half of who the celebrities are. Young enough to know how to work a DVR and old enough to pay for cable. It's really not a bad place to be. 

Happy Birthday, you! 

love,
Chels