The Mid-Life Crisis

So it's true. I'm turning 30 this year. Ever since I turned 29 I've been telling everyone that all I want for my 30th birthday is botox, restalane, and my vericose veins done. Sometime in the Fall, I realized that as my birthday got closer, my "to do" list got longer and longer =) Just a couple months ago I signed up to receive a "free" trial of anti-wrinkle cream. All I had to pay was S&H. Of course, when I got it, I was automatically enrolled in the "club" and would receive a new one every 2 months and would only be charged $59.99 per bottle. I even had John take an up-close picture of my face so I could tell if the cream was making a difference. I asked him if he could see the wrinkles on the photo when zoomed. I took it out his hand, looked at the screen and said, "eoouuuw. Sick. You can!" That's when it hit me, "I'm really having a hard time with this 30 thing." I mean, I can remember when my mom was in her 30's. Seriously!

Last night John told me "you've got to get it together hun!" and "you weren't this concerned when I was having my mid-life crisis a couple years ago!" {Ooops! That's what that was? I just thought his many jobs were driving him crazy (driving him to move to MT!)}

But I know. The logical side of me knows that "(I'm) goin'a miss this." That I'm going to look back on 30 and think, oh, that was such a wonderful time...my kids were so cute... they still thought I was cool... my husband was so cute... and I still thought HE was cool =)... and my hair was soooo NOT gray... and where are those wrinkles I was worried about!?!

So, I've decided. THIRTY IS GOING TO BE GREAT. I've talked myself into things much more difficult to believe than this. =)