I'm approaching 30. Less than a week to go. And it's not the normal "I haven't done anything with my life" feeling that I'm getting. Instead it's the "Holy crap, I have 3 kids under 2 and I'm only 30!" feeling. I'm working. I'm paying bills. I'm living the American Dream. And it stresses me.
Here's where I thought I would be... I thought I would be a financier. On Wall Street. Popping aspirin like tic tacs to keep the heart attacks at bay. Or maybe the CEO of a Fortune 500. You get the idea. Someone with power.
But I realize that not only do I not have power in my work life, I don't really have it in my home life either. My toddler often wins the battle. Fine, you want to wear your light up shoes that are too small, fine. You want to eat candy for breakfast, fine. I'm too tired from taking care of the twins to fight it. And the twins. Oh, the twins. They have more power than the toddler. They cry and someone immediately runs to their rescue. Hungry? Dirty diaper? Tired? Poor babies! They have me reading books and making schedules.
So, 30, I surrender to you. Maybe after I start sleeping longer than 4 hours at a time I will rule the corporate world.
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