Growing up is hard to do.

I turn 34 today. 

I always like to think back x number of years… Birthdays make me introspective. 

10 years ago
5
1

20… At 14 I could never have imagine where life would take me. 

But here’s the thing, I’m married (again). I am a mother to the world’s most precious 2 year old. I have writing cred and some professional cred as well. There are a few circles where I am respected. 

But I’m still that awkward nail chewing klutzy day dreamer 14 year old inside. 

And this morning proved it. 


In a bout of misguided maturity, I decided this was the morning to learn how to blow dry my hair.


Instead of ending with a mane of delightfully fluffy beautiful magazine ready hair, the experiment ended with a few tears, the loss of some hair, a bit of smoke,  and the realization that while one should try to experience new things, the trial run should probably not be done in front of the all seeing toddler. 
The morning also included a run in between the large very heavy hamper and the said toddlers little face. Note to self: when moving a large hamper please make sure that there is no toddler or other dangerouse obstruction within a 10 feet radius of you, your flailing arms, or the heavy objects. 
Secondary note: the cat, who is a black little ninja of death, also counts as an obstruction. 
We survived the morning and are now enjoying our Panera breakfast. 
Let’s hope the rest of the day (year) is less exciting. 

Published by kayliametcalfe

Queer,loudmouth,skeptical-agnostic-pagan,book addict,coffee lover,wine drinker, SAHM,writer,editor,producer,podcaster. -She/her

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