There are all kinds of posts, Pinterest pins, articles, etc. on turning the big 3-0. And I totally agree, I really do think it was a liberating milestone. But this being 31 business... it's got a really different vibe and I am totally digging it...
31 is...normal. It's "C'est la vie" and I am really okay with it.
Today I turned 31. I started the day with coffee, checking work emails, chatting with my husband...it was supposed to be a normal Monday routine. I had a day of work, catching up on Girls (Season 6!) and laundry and then dinner with my family, which is everything I wanted. And then... spent the day at the doctor's office and hospital because it turns out, R2 didn't just hurt her arm like we thought on Friday, after further checking, it turns out she broke it in 2 places.
This is 31. Having normal every-day plans and going about your business and when life steps in and throws you a curve ball, you just kind of reach your hand up and grab it- just like Geena Davis in A League of Their Own. And being totally okay with it. Broken arm? Been broken since Friday but didn't really notice because of the swelling? NO MOM GUILT ALLOWED, because it happens ALL the time. (I know because I asked the nurse at the doctor's office like 6 times).
Waiting the last minute for Valentine's boxes? Instant mac and cheese. Never needing a wine cork. Mismatched socks. Seven half drunk bottles of water near your bed side table or rolling around in your car.
Running up and down the stairs doing laundry all day because you don't have a clean pair of black leggings? This is 31.
Wearing ear plugs so that you can handle going to various basketball, football and wrestling tournaments without going nuts? This is 31.
Crying because the TV won't work and all you want is to watch Snapped while you cook dinner? IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK? This is 31.
Making your son go to his room because he wouldn't shut his mouth during Lady Gaga's Super Bowl performance? This is 31.
Complaining to your husband that you never get to do anything fun but then the first time any social opportunity comes up, you secretly just want to stay home in your newly washed leggings? This is 31.
Hearing that someone younger you work with hasn't seen Clueless, doesn't know who Pat Benatar is or doesn't catch Saved by the Bell references? This is 31.
Buying yourself new Hunter boots "for your birthday present" but secretly wishing your husband still buys you something? This is 31...
Relieved that your 9-year-old and you can wear the same socks so there's less matching to do? This is 31...
Posting a perfect photo that's edited with all of the filters for Instagram but showing the chaos behind what it took to get that one shot to your real friends on SnapChat? This is 31.
Bring on the Xanax, the Pinot, the quiet time and the messy. This is your 30s. Sit back and relax a little.
"C'est la vie"