Oooo, yeah, that was a bad burn

It’s THURSDAY! That means it’s time for me to create a post based on a prompt from good ol’ Mama Kat. This week’s prompt I chose was: “It was a bad burn. Tell about the worst sunburn you ever received. How did that happen!?!”

Hands down, the worst sunburn I have ever received happened when I was in high school; specifically during spring break of my freshman year, which would have made me 14 at the time. Age is an important factor; keep in mind I was a stupid teenager who wasn’t all that concerned with sun damage and my skin. Also, let’s remember that one of the most important things to a 14-year-old girl is boys; especially the boy she REALLY likes…and even more so if he wants to spend time with her.

So. I spent my spring break that year on a cruise in the Bahamas with a group of students from my high school – our jazz band and ensemble was performing on the ship. Since I wasn’t actually part of the group performing, I got to spend my free time wandering about the boat and relaxing. One of the days of our trip, all of the students were permitted to go off the boat for a “day excursion”. There were really only two options for the excursions that day: swimming with the dolphins or snorkeling. Just about everyone in the group wanted to go swimming with the dolphins…EXCEPT the guy I really liked. And it just so happened that I was close friends with his friend, so when his friend invited me to go snorkeling with them instead of going swimming with the dolphins, I jumped at the chance!

There were definitely some things on my mind OTHER than sunscreen at that time: what bathing suit to wear, how should I wear my hair, ummm I’ve never been snorkeling before…I hope I don’t suck, OMG I’m PMSing, etc. etc. I donned my favorite swimsuit of the bunch: a cute one-piece with a low-scooped back. I tied my hair back in a ponytail. I popped some Midol. I sprayed myself with my best-smelling suntan oil: Banana Boat. With an SPF of 4.

You read that right. I put on suntan OIL, not sunscreen, with an SPF of 4. Let’s remember I was a stupid teenager. Also, I’m half-Asian and had never really had sunburn before; I always tanned. Sunburn was the last thing on my mind that day.

Snorkeling was amazing. I got to spend time with my friends and the guy I was crushing on. We even held hands under water while swimming together! (Let’s keep that part between you and me; the hubby wouldn’t be a fan; even if it was over 10 years ago.) But here’s the thing about snorkeling – you are just below the surface of the water the whole time (I didn’t dive down) and the sun is reflecting directly onto you. And here’s the thing about snorkeling in the Caribbean – you’re pretty freaking close to the equator, so the sun is particularly harsh there. Let’s not forget the thing about my favorite bathing suit – it had a low scoop in the back, meaning there was nothing between my skin and the water and therefore, the sun. Oh, and one other thing: SPF 4 does absolutely NOTHING, except make your skin a little shiny when you put it on.

I snorkeled for several hours. It was wonderful. We got back to the cruise ship and I headed off to my room to shower and change before the captain’s dinner that night. (For those of you who haven’t been on a cruise like this before: there was a “themed” dinner each night; the theme was really just the dress code. The Captain’s Dinner was the formal dinner of the trip.) I pulled out my amazing cocktail dress (short, black, spaghetti straps with a criss-cross back) and hung it up in the bathroom to steam out the wrinkles while I showered. I got into the shower with my face facing the water and I noticed my face felt a little tender. I realized I still had marks on my face from where the snorkeling mask was, so I attributed the minor pain to that. No worries, right?

Then I turned around. And promptly screamed. Oh.My.God. I was not prepared for the pain. I still shudder when I think about it. It was like someone was stabbing me with a million hot knives in my back. Ow, ow, ow, ow. Not good. I finished showering the best I could and got out as quickly as possible. The air in the bathroom felt cool on my back, but then I made the mistake of rubbing my towel on my skin. Ow, ow, ow, OW. Such a bad idea. I wiped the steam from the mirror and turned around to see if I could get a glimpse of what was going on with my back.

Bad idea. It was all different shades of pink, red and a purplish color. And there were bubbles. BIG bubbles. Bubbles that popped and leaked fluid when you touched them. All appearing just inside the white tan lines marking where my bathing suit had been. As I stared at my back in horror, I saw my cocktail dress out of the corner of my eye. OMG, I have to put that on. With multiple straps diagonally crisscrossing my back. OMG. I didn’t even have aloe.

I slathered on as much lotion as I could stand and somehow shimmied into the dress without causing too much pain. I figured if I could just sit still for the rest of the night, I would be okay. Little did I know that part of the dinner with the captain involved him dancing with every single female on the ship. Granted, it was only for a few seconds each, but I was cringing in terror. He was grabbing the women’s hand and putting his hand square on her BACK. His plan of attack didn’t change with me and the second he placed his hand on my back, I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying in pain. Good Lord, was that painful!

Thankfully, that was our last night on the cruise and we were headed home the next morning. I bought some SolarCaine the second we got back to my hometown. I wasn’t able to sleep on my back or wear a bra for a week or two after that incident. The bubbles healed quickly and the burn eventually faded. But I’ll always remember how awful that was and remember to always, always put on sunscreen.

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May I have this dance?

I have been thinking about my wedding a lot, lately. Severeal of my friends are engaged and planning their weddings, and chatting with them about it reminds me of planning my own wedding and how much fun I had on my wedding day (even with all the stress I experienced ahead of time). I’ve been perusing friends’ wedding pictures on Facebook (shameless, I know, but it’s a completely innocent waste of my time) and recalling how happy I get whenver I see a picture from my wedding day. Last night, the hubs and I met with a photographer (side note – we’re having a wonderful woman take our maternity portraits) and she happened to see a framed picture in our living room of us walking into our wedding reception. We were NOT the typical “stop, smile and pose” couple. In this picture, the hubs is grinning gleefully while clasping my hand and strolling comfortably, while I’m grasping his hand confidently and glancing down with an open-mouth grin (I was probably screaming “woooooooooooooo”) with my other hand holding my bouquet triumphantly in the air. The photographer was laughing, saying we looked like we had a lot of fun. Hubs and I smiled at each other: we most certainly did.

And today, I read a fantastic post by E on Mommy’s Still Fabulous about her wedding song (prompted by Mama Kat – thanks, E, for introducing me to her blog; I’m looking forward to expanding my blog with her writing prompts) and I was compelled to write about my own wedding song. So here goes…

Hubs and I had a helluva time picking our wedding song. Honestly, I had my wedding song picked since I was in middle school: the love song from “The Princess Bride”, aka “Storybook Love” by Willie DeVille and Mark Knopfler (Google it; I can’t find a decent version on YouTube at the moment); but I was VERY specific about it. I ONLY wanted to have the instrumental version played. No words. Because the words are cheesy. And Willie DeVille has an…interesting voice. I was dead set on this song. The hubs just wanted to make me happy, so he said he would listen to it and give it a yay or nay. Not a minute into the song, he cracks up laughing. I blame Willie De Ville’s voice; it’s ridiculous. He told me he couldn’t listen to the song, even the instrumental version, without losing it on the dancefloor. So that song was out.

Which meant we had to start from scratch. Which was NOT good, because hubs and I had very different ideas as to what an “appropriate” wedding song would be (not to mention our tastes in music are quite different). Hubby only listens to rock and alternative; I didn’t think either of those genres would be a good choice for our first dance as husband and wife. I didn’t want to use a “standard” first dance song and hubs hates slow songs (unless it’s a rock ballad, of course). I kept tossing out ideas, the hubs kept shooting them down.

Then I had an idea: what if we used a rock song for when we walked into the reception and something slightly more appropriate for our first dance? Compromise – it’s the first lesson in marriage 🙂

And it worked. Our bridal party entered the reception to the Foo Fighters singing “Times Like These” (Foo is hubby’s favorite band). Hubs and I walked in dancing to Plain White T’s singing “You and Me” (sooo catchy and upbeat, you can’t help but dance along). And our first dance was NOT a slow song. It was a little bit fast, a lotta bit chill and totally perfect for us. At the time, it wasn’t playing on the radio and not a lot of people at the reception knew what it was; but it’s definitely one people recognize now.

I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz. Check out the lyrics. Amazing, right? We chose it because it was a good melding of the types of music we both like: pop and rock. It was such a fun, loving song and it completely set the mood for the rest of the reception. Everyone was on the dance floor that night and it was the most fun I have ever had at a wedding. Hands down, the best party I’ve ever thrown!

The song was absolutely perfect for us. Want to know how I know? Every time either of us hear it, we smile and think and back to our first dance. And in every picture of our first dance (except the one where the photographer made us stop and pose), we’re smiling, giggling, twirling and singing along. We had FUN with it. And that was the whole point for us – lots and lots of fun.

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So…WHY should I let you watch my child?

I’m the first to admit it: sometimes I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with this whole “Mommy” business, and the whole picking-out-a-daycare thing is one of those times.

I’ve been religiously following my checklist on The Bump, and apparently I’m a little behind in interviewing potential daycare facilities. I really didn’t think anything of it at first because, honestly, I didn’t think it would be THAT hard to find a great daycare near my house. Apparently I was wrong. On so, so many levels.

First, there are NO daycares in my town which offer an infant care program. I’m going to have to drive to neighboring towns to find a place. This isn’t too bad for me because I live in a fairly populated suburban area, so by expanding my search a few miles, I was able to locate several reputable facilities within a 15-minute drive.

Second, and third, and fourth: I should have started looking at places WAY sooner than now. Apparently infant care programs are in high demand and there are waiting lists at most places. Also, scheduling tours of the facilities was harder than I thought it would be. Come on, people. I’m looking at daycares because I need someone to look after my child during the DAY; you know, when I’m at WORK. So when your facility only offers tours from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m., it makes it a little difficult for me…because I’m at WORK. And speaking of tours; WHY is taking a tour and meeting with people the only way I can get information on your tuition rates? Sneaky bastards. Say the tour is fabulous and I absolutely love the facility and all the people who work there, then BAM, you hit me with a tuition that’s more than double what I can afford. I wouldn’t have even bothered to schedule time out of my work day to visit here if I knew I couldn’t afford it. Sneaky, sneaky.

After coming to all of the realizations in a mode of panic, I calmed myself by making plans. And by making plans, I mean making appointments. For the damned tours. Another part of my plan? Having the hubs look over our financial situation to see what exactly we can afford in a daycare. OK, so the tours are scheduled and we have a range of tuition fees we can afford. I felt a little better.

Until I realized the first tour is this afternoon and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do when I get there. I mused aloud to the hubby last night and came up with a list of things we should be looking at when we go to the facility, along with some questions I should probably ask. But I know I’m forgetting a crapload of stuff, so I’d really appreciate any feedback from other parents who have already gone through this process. Here’s what I came up with:

  • The overall look of the facility – is it clean, how many rooms are there, how is it set up, what is the parking situation, etc.
  • Do the infants have their own room?
  • How many children are in the infant care program at a time?
  • How many adults are working with the infants?
  • What sort of activities are planned for the infants? (i.e. tummy time, music, sensation stimulation, etc.)
  • How do they keep parents informed of a child’s progress?
  • Facility policies: tuition, sick child, hours, etc.
  • Information about other programs (toddler, pre-K, etc.)

What am I missing? Is this a good start?

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I’ve Jumped on the Bandwagon

All of you out there already doing it: you’ve inspired me. I’ve started my own goal list on DayZero.

It’s not much right now but I’ll be adding to it in the next few days. I’ve already stolen some ideas from K (thanks, chickie, your goals are AWESOME!) and am open to suggestions from everyone else. Let me know what you think!

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Counting Down and Looking Back

Now that I’ve hit the home stretch (aka, the third trimester) and only have 10 weeks to go until Future Baby’s due date, I wanted to take some time and reflect on this whole pregnancy thus far. (Side note – I can’t believe I’m in my THIRD trimester already!!)

Let me start at the VERY beginning: hubby and I were not actively trying to get pregnant. By “actively trying”, I mean we weren’t calculating stuff, figuring out when I was ovulating, timing things just right, etc. On the other hand, we weren’t not trying either; meaning we weren’t using any form of BC anymore. And as I’ve said in my Mommy Story, I have a crapload of health issues so the hubs and I knew getting preggo early on was a good thing. Keep in mind, we didn’t want to rush into anything, either. We’ve been together forever, we waited until we were married 8 months before going off BC and we bought a house (hubs and I agreed we didn’t want to raise a baby in an apartment if we could help it). And we made a deal with each other: we wouldn’t actively try to get pregnant for one year; if it happened, it happened. If, after one year, nothing happened, we would talk to the docs about what we could do to make something happen.

So that’s the background. As for the beginning of the actual pregnancy…I feel like I was robbed of something. I didn’t have the whole anticipation bit where I waited to see if my period was late, then rushing out to get a bunch of home pregnancy tests, then holding my breath as I waited for the stick to change color, show me a line or show me a plus sign. I had none of that. Nada, zip, zilch, the big goose egg. Instead, my OBGYN casually asked me if she should run a pregnancy test while I was in there for my annual checkup. I shrugged, said “sure” and all they did was stick an extra piece of paper in my urine sample. I honestly thought nothing of it. Once my checkup was finished, I got dressed and headed out of the room. My doc stopped me as soon as I walked out and said my pregnancy test was a “faint positive”.

“Faint positive”? What does that even mean?! I couldn’t even get excited because I had no clue what was going on. (FYI – “faint positive” means that the test is showing a positive result, but it’s a very faint line instead of the normal, dark and noticeable line.)

*sigh* So instead of being excited, I listened as the doc explained how I must be extremely early in the pregnancy (I later figured out I was only about 3 weeks along) so she didn’t want to get my hopes up; after all, I hadn’t even missed my period yet. Her solution? Lots of blood work. Seriously. I went to the lab every week for the next month. Just to verify my body was producing the pregnancy hormone at the right pace to keep the baby around. Then at 6 weeks, hubby and I went to our first ultrasound. We saw Future Baby. Sure, FB looked like a dot, but the dot was BLINKING; FB’s little heart was beating.

THEN I got excited. But still. I had to wait 6 weeks for that. I had only told hubby, my Mom and one of my sisters. And all of them shared the same cautious optimism; can’t get too excited when the doctors aren’t even sure the pregnancy was going to pan out. But secretly, I was excited.

Then I got sick, and suddenly I wasn’t so excited anymore. I’ll spare you the details. Let’s just say I lived on saltines and ginger ale, I spent the majority of my time in the bathroom and I ended up losing a bunch of weight. Now, if I only had to deal with the horrible morning sickness (side note – why do they call it “morning sickness” when you’re sick ALL THE TIME?) I think I would have been fine. But there was the pain. Oh my goodness, the pain. I was not prepared. First, it was my sciatica getting worse. Then I developed round ligament pain. Then the horrible cramping. I was in constant pain and in constant fear that I would lose the baby.

It was draining. I was stressed, sick and hurting. And swollen. I was only in my first trimester, but I looked like I was already well into my third trimester. My doctors ordered me off my feet as much as possible and I wasn’t permitted to do any sort of work around the house. I was moody and the stress was taking its toll. Instead of being excited and loving each other more, hubs and I were bickering all the time. He felt resentful for having to do everything for me. I was hurt he wasn’t being supportive enough (not to mention, I was uber-hormonal). And we were both scared. We had talked about babies and starting a family, but now it was real and that was terrifying.

I had heard all this talk about getting your second wind during the second trimester. All of this talk was lies, at least for me. I just got worse and worse. The moodiness, the pain, the swelling, the sickness…all much, much worse. I did have one huge thing to be thankful for, though. Future Baby was healthy. I may have felt like the walking dead every day, but FB was growing and was strong inside me.

And now I’m suddenly in my third trimester. I don’t know where the time has gone. I feel FB kicking and squirming around in there, but it’s hard to imagine she’ll be here soon (did I mention FB is a girl?). While I feel a huge rush of love for her every time I think of her, and the hubs and I have gotten over our squabbling and are feeling more lovey than ever, I still feel like I didn’t have the “right” pregnancy. I know it’s silly and everyone’s pregnancy is different, but whenever I hear someone say “Oh I absolutely LOVED being pregnant” or “My pregnancy was PERFECT”, I feel like I’ve already failed as a mother and my baby hasn’t even been born yet! I love my baby already, I know I’m doing that right; but I just don’t like being pregnant. I hate that I feel ill and tired all the time, I hate that I don’t feel like doing anything and I absolutely hate that I’m not enjoying my pregnancy.

I just keep reminding myself it will be worth it in the end. One look from FB will be worth the whole 9 months of pain and illness. Just 10 more weeks and it will all be worth it.

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Does Your Marriage Pass the Test?

I came across an interesting article in the NY Times today about marriages; specifically marriages where one spouse is applying for a green card. The article discusses how these marriages are viewed by the government, and what sort of “proof” you need to provide to show that your marriage is valid.

One way to prove your marriage is true is to pass a marriage “test” of sorts. The article provided a list of sample questions a couple might be asked in the interview. Intrigued, I checked it out to see if I knew the answers regarding my marriage. Surprisingly, it was harder than I thought, prompting me to question whether or not our marriage would actually pass the test (since there would obviously be more questions than the ones posed here). I sent the test to the hubby; I’ll post an update once he answers.

Take a look at the questions and let me know in the comments section if you would pass or not. Feel free to add your opinion as to whether or not these questions are too invasive, too difficult, etc.

FYI, here are my answers to the sample questions:

Your Wedding

• On the day of your wedding, where did you wake up? What about your spouse?
I woke up at my Mother’s house. My husband woke up at the apartment we were renting at the time.

• Where was your wedding?
In our hometown at my church.

• How did you get to the wedding? What about your spouse?
I was taken to the church in the limo with my bridesmaids. I’m actually not quite sure how the hubby got there…don’t know if he went to his parents’ house first or if he went right to the church. Either way, one of the groomsmen drove him.

• Who was present at your wedding?
Family and friends. I’d estimate about 119 people at the reception, a few more at the ceremony.

• What did you do after the wedding? Where did you go?
We took formal portraits at the church then took more pictures at the reception site. We went to the reception site after the church; from the reception I went to my Mom’s to change and the hubby went to his parents. Then my Mom took us to the hotel.

Home and Money

• How many floors are in the house/apartment building where you live?
3, if you count the basement as a floor.

• How much is your current rent/mortgage payment?
I know the exact number since I pay this bill every month, but don’t think the hubby wants to share what we’re paying 😉

• How many televisions do you have in your house/apartment?
Two. But only one is currently hooked up and working.

• If you are standing at and facing your kitchen sink, where is the microwave oven?
Behind me, to my left. It’s on the end of the counter.

• Is your microwave stationary or does it have a revolving plate?
Revolving plate.

• Are you paid weekly, every two weeks, twice a month or monthly? What about your spouse?
I’m paid every two weeks. Hubby is paid monthly.

• How much money did you receive in your last paycheck/deposit? What about your spouse?
To be honest, I can only give a rough idea here – I’m an hourly employee, so my paycheck fluctuates each pay period depending on my hours. As for the hubby; I can hazard a guess, but I’m not certain.

How You Met

• Where did you and your spouse first meet? When was it?
Technically, we met in the baby pool at a local swim club. I was 5, so he would have been 6.

• Who first spoke to whom?
Don’t know if we were really talking to each other then. We knew of each other through mutual friends in middle school, but re-acquainted ourselves in high school. He talked to me first, he was welcoming me to the meeting (we met through an extracurricular club in high school).

• Why were you there? What about your spouse?
I had just joined Hi-Q and it was the introductory meeting over the summer to find out the materials for the next school year and to figure out how it all worked. My hubby was the captain of the team, so he was assisting the advisor in leading the meeting.

• Was your spouse with any other people there? Who?
The Hi-Q team from that year. Ummmm, me, him, Helen, Chris, Anthony, Damien…that’s all I can remember now.

• When did you move in together?
June of 2006.

• Do you have any tattoos? Where? What do they look like? What about your spouse?
No. And neither does the hubby.

Into the Bedroom

• If you are lying in bed, which side does your spouse sleep on?
He sleeps on the left side.

• Do you have carpet in your bedroom? What color is it?
Yes. It’s beige. Or light tan, however you want to look at it.

• How is your bedroom closet split up?
We have his and hers closets in the master bedroom.

• Where do you keep your clean underwear? What about your spouse?
In the top drawer of my dresser. His is in his dresser, second drawer from the top.

• What color is your toothbrush? What about your spouse’s?
White and gray. Hubby’s is the same, but his has a blue stripe too.

• Do you and your spouse use birth control? What kind?
No.

• What was the last movie you went out to see together?
I honestly can’t remember. I don’t know the last time we went out to the movies.

Family, Friends and More

• How many brothers/sisters does your spouse have? What are their names?
One sister, D.

• Do you have an answering machine at home? Whose voice is on the message?
We don’t have an answering machine; no land line.

• What did you do last night after work?
Hubby went for a run while I picked up dinner. We ate, then we went to Babies R Us to add items to our baby registry. After we got home, we watched a bit of TV before going to bed.

• What is the name of your spouse’s manager at work?
Jill.

• Who is your best friend? What about your spouse?
My Bests, and my hubby, of course 🙂 Hubby would probably say me along with his best friend from high school and best friend from college.

• What day is trash picked up at your house?
Tuesdays and Fridays. I think. I’ve never actually taken out the trash at our house.

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Crap. I think I’m having my quarter-life crisis.

Oh, how I *heart* you, Brazen Careerist. I particularly love the daily e-mail I get from you with all of the amazing blog posts you’re featuring that day. I’ll admit, some days I just skim and other days I skip reading some posts entirely (though I will admit I’m fascinated by the amount of HR/Recruiting and Marketing posts you feature, they just don’t apply to me at the moment), but for the most part, reading those daily e-mails is a highlight of my day. Some posts make me laugh, some posts make me cringe, some posts make me angry and some posts make me realize something about myself.

When I come across a blog post that really makes me think, that has me questioning bits and pieces of myself and my life, that has me thinking about it days after I read it the first time…I feel the need to take the time to process them and then to take the time to post something along those lines as well, just to showcase what I’ve learned about myself. Two such posts come to mind in recent memory: “The Quarterlife Crisis Series: 4 Years After College” by Patrick and “Are Your Twenties How You Imagined?“, Susan’s (from 20orsomething) guest post on Generation Y Journey. Both of these posts struck a chord with me since I’ve been reflecting a lot on how much has changed in the past few years and re-evaluating what exactly it is I want out of my life now. The more I started thinking about it, the more I started to panic. I realized that my life is completely different now than it was when I was in college and everything I thought I knew about my life and what I wanted out of it back then has been completely turned upside-down. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one feeling this way (judging by Patrick and Susan’s posts) and it actually calmed me down to realize this panic is perfectly normal.

My panic started in November of 2009. I mean, I had a pretty big month:

  • November 6 – hubby and I closed on our very first house
  • November 11 – I turned 25
  • November 15 – hubby and I celebrated our one-year wedding anniversary

So I started to freak out: “How could the past few years have gone by so quickly?” “I can’t be 25!” “OMG I BOUGHT A HOUSE!!” “Crap. I bought a house. Now I have a mortgage.” “Hubby and I have been married a YEAR?!” And so on and so forth. After a month or so of mild panic – keep in mind the holidays, an extremely stressful time for anyone, was right around this time too – I started to calm down. I started to feel like I could handle this; I had a schedule for paying the bills each month (important note – the fact that I handle the bills and the budget is astounding; I’m an English major who hates math and am married to a freaking engineer who loves numbers, but it works for us), turning 25 turned out to be a not-so-big deal and I made it through the holidays relatively sane. Things were stabilizing and I was feeling good about how I was handling this whole being-a-grown-up business.

January 12: my doc tells me I’m pregnant. Important note here – I had no freaking clue I was pregnant. Doc asked if she should run a pregnancy test. I say, “sure, why not”; figuring it couldn’t hurt. Doc tells me it’s positive. I think my response was, “Seriously?”

*Cue PANIC*

I had JUST gotten comfortable with the idea of being a home-owner, wife and twenty-something. Now you’re throwing Mother in the mix?! My panic led to several minor meltdowns (and OK, one HUGE meltdown at work that involved me sobbing uncontrollably in my cubicle when my boss walked in and placed a doughnut on my desk and walked away) and I still haven’t quite gotten it under control.

Some days, I’m completely okay with where I am in life. Other days, I feel this incredible pressure to juggle being excellent at job, keeping a spotless house, cooking fantastic meals, loving my husband more every day and preparing to be a super Mom (I’m lucky if I accomplish ONE of these goals per day). But most of the time, I feel this mild distress under the surface; a sense of unease, unrest and discomfort. I mean, I’m happy with my life right now; but I can’t help wondering about all those goals I had for myself when I first began my twenties. What happened to those? Am I ever going to accomplish them? Where am I going to be in the next five years of my life? *sigh*

Crap. I’m pretty sure I’m having my quarter-life crisis.

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