fortysomething

Okay, people, who said anyone 47 years old (pending 48) and having a three year old child is in balance with the universe?? I don't see how those poor old women in Croatia are 55 years old and having babies!?!? I'm not even taking into account the logistics of the situation, but the raw energy necessary to wake up at 5 a.m in .02 seconds and run your potty training 3 year old to the bathroom creates a mid-life post traumatic stress disorder. My friends are laying out by the pool drinking Margaritas, while I am fishing Woody out of the toilet. Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter, but I totally get why twenty somethings are dropping their kids at the gym and working out, a nice hard body sounds good right about now. I now look at women's vitamins as the new wonder drug, I lovingly refer to them as mommies little helpers, thank goodness for a little B6 at three in the afternoon. Who knew you could get this stuff at the corner Right Aid. I may have a little Momtepenuer thing going. Oh, who the heck am I kidding I'd swallow all the profits in the first week.