Another year.....another wrinkle.

I've only just stopped wailing, crying and saying things like, "My youth has go-onne." About turning 30, when BAM, my 31st birthday is looming. Not only that, but my daughter is ten next week. I have a ten year old daughter? Huh? When did that happen?

She doesn't seem to need me for much anymore *Said in whiny high pitched voice* She asked me for a drink, so i said " OK baby, I'll get it for you in a sec." A few minutes later i walked into the kitchen, to discover she had done it already. She does EVERYTHING herself!

I feel so redundant. I constantly suggest we pretend she is a baby again, and she should let mummy dress/wash/bathe her, but she just looks at me like I'm crazy, hmph! No one knows what us mothers go through *tut. All mothers go through this right? It's not just me?

I really don't want to turn 31. I have a five year plan I'm supposed to have completed by the time I'm 35. A plan i definitely have not started yet, well..more specifically a book i need to have written by the time I'm 35. It really does have to be done by then, as my brain cells are dying at an alarming rate, and i have no idea if i will be able to string a sentence together by then. *wink.