Yesterday I turned 30. And my Gracie turned 18 months. To celebrate, she washed her hair in the toilet. As for the rest of the celebration, nothing too exciting. We ate out with both sets of parents on Saturday night, Jon took care of running the show for me most of yesterday, and I opened a couple presents. I also marked my 30th week of pregnancy on my 30th birthday. Hopefully that means I only have about 8 more weeks left. Two of my three have been born two weeks early, and been decent sized babies to boot. I know I should not get my hopes up, but I'm ready to feel normal again.
Next Wednesday marks the beginning of school for us, and I'll admit that I'm ready for my kids to head back to school. Mostly because they need the structure, and a little bit because they are driving me crazy! Yes, I said it. I keep reading all these other blogs where the moms are so sad for the end of summer to come because they love having their children at home. Don't get me wrong, I love my children and want them to be with me. It's just that this summer has been hard, with being pregnant and tired and lazy feeling most of the time. I haven't been very good at keeping them entertained, and as a result they get very restless, hence a little obnoxious. We're all ready for a jump-start to our schedule, and I promise to be better next year. I've spent the last eight years pregnant or having little babies, and now that we are done (fingers crossed) I plan to spend the next 20 years being the kind of mom that I want to be. I feel a change coming on! A new decade is a good place to start.