There isn’t much to write when your kid is teething. It’s kind of all -consuming. I hate to say this because those of you who don’t have kids don’t want to read that your future child’s teeth getting will most likely be ALL that you do for a week, but alas, it’s so. You do what you can but ultimately you may sit on the couch for a week with part of your hand in your child’s mouth. Seriously, don’t say you won’t ever do that because that is the surest was of doing it. True story.
So, I’m 30. I’m kind of wondering where the last 10 years have gone, it seems like just yesterday I was crying (I KNOW) about turning 20 and here I am turning 30 and I don’t really care. It’s freeing in some ways, to make this milestone and not be having a meltdown. 30 is just a number that people under it judge you for (I know, I am/did) and people over it envy your youth, hah! Maybe I’m not freaking out about this because the things I’d freak out about in a mini-mid-life crisis are in order. For instance:
the 20’s check-list (regardless of where you are in life, these are just some shallow guidelines that MOST 20-something have, even subconsciously)
-Married-CHECK
-Still Married- CHECK
-Living in Colorado- ……
-One Kid- CHECK
-Two Kids- CHECK
-Three Kids- NO WAY
-House- CHECK
-Car 1- CHECK
-Car 2- CHECK
-Both cars working- CHECK
You know, something like this. I’m set. My goal for year 30 is to get the body I had when I was 20. You know, easy stuff like that. 
I am very curious what this next decade will unfold.
