JuJuBee

Good Enough

I shouldn't be posting after having a glass or three of wine, and if my better half weren't asleep a few feet from me, then maybe I would consider not even bothering, but my mind is racing and I am stressed  right the hell out at this moment, SO....

I am going through this tough thing with work right now. A thing where I need to be making tough decisions, and though they are pretty much already made, because they are NO-BRAINERS, I am still stressed because I am not the type of person who rocks the boat, or puts people out, or says "No" or ever, ever, ever makes a decision based on what's good for me, rather than what will make people happy. So, yeah...I'm stressed right now, but also happy because someone is seeing my worth and willing to make my life easier for it.

It's hard to admit that I am good at what I do, hard to say that I am proud of myself for being in the position where I might be fought over, but damn.

Here I am.

And if I could take a minute and be selfish enough to admit it: It feels really fucking good.

Outed.

Well, thanks to some people posting sweet entries about their daughter turning some significant Milestone Birthday, I guess I need to come clean.

Hi. My name is JuJuBee, and I am now thirty years old.

Phew.

Thirty. Yep. I really thought that it wouldn't phase me to turn this age, but it really comes with a lot of introspection. It's odd to not be in my 20's anymore. I know that most of my friends around the same age are nowhere (that's one word, sweetheart) near where I am in my 30th year, meaning married with three kids. I've always felt older than everyone else either because I was a VERY young mom or because I just quite literally FELT older...due to lack of sleeping for 2+ years (which is also why I looked so old and haggard and puffy eyed if you were to click on that link above.)

So, while I am over here getting over myself already, GAWD! Let me also tell you that my little Middle Child who suffers miserably from Middle Child Syndrome turned three on Saturday. THREE. Do you know what that means? It means that we are one year closer to having all three children be able to cut their own food and wipe their own asses!! Well, ideally that is what that means. Debatable though. Especially when the queen refuses to even think about the potty (after she had been almost perfectly potty trained for a full day last month.) She won't go to college in diapers. I know it, she won't. Really.

I had a great birthday. The mister woke me up with a cup of coffee that he made with my brand new Senseo. Actually, he replaced my old Senseo because he sort of broke the other one...ahem. Then I spent the day playing with the kiddos, my mother in law showed up just in time for Mr. JuJu and I to head out for a dinner and drinks and then a little shopping spree at the mall that included a stop at  heaven  Sephora and a little present for the whole family.

Thanks to those of you who sent me a birthday email. Maybe if I find time today, I'll get some of Madeline's birthday pics up on my Flickr. Have a wonderful first day of May! Where the hell did April go?