Kind of Sad.

I am going to turn 29 in about two weeks. I don't know how I feel about it yet. One part of me realizes that it is not a big deal; the other part of me is having a hard time breathing. My twenties have been AWESOME. Really, quite amazing. It has been an eventful decade, in fact, every year I have had at least one life changing event occur. As I look into the next year, we don't have anything planned, so I am hoping that instead of having a life changing event occur, making it a stellar year because that is how it should be. Go out with a bang. That sounds great, right?  That was the plan until Ben came home last night.


It was a busy day of laundry and recovering from a week of adventures. I didn't really do much to get ready for the day. I wore my pajamas all day, until ten minutes before Ben came home I changed into clothes. No make-up, hair in a pony-tail, and casual. Nothing amazing, but at least I was clean (and the laundry was all done).

Ben came in, looked at me, and started rubbing my eye, trying to get something off. Then he stopped, said, "Oh, I think you need some more sleep. You have bags under your eyes, and really dark circles."
Can you say devastating?
Here I am thinking life is good, 29 is going to be awesome, and now I am researching Botox and plastic surgery. Perhaps that will be my life changing event of 29, a good round of plastic surgery.
I guess I could just sleep more, but that certainly isn't as dramatic or nearly as fun. Going to bed earlier means less time to myself, less time to stalk read blogs and find the end of the Internet.