Only a Number

Tomorrow Quinn turns 5.

And realistically she will be no different than she is today.  I mean 4 and 364 days is pretty much the equivalent of 5 and no days.

I tried to say that about turning 30 and spent my birthday sitting in the dark of my house eating large quantities of ice cream.

You see 5 is a milestone to me.  When a little person magically turns into a big one.  When they no longer have Mommy and Me classes - they do everything by themselves.  A whole world of independent opportunities opens up when you are 5.

Now let's be clear - this post really is all about me, not Quinn (I will save that one for her actual birthday).  I am about to have no more children under the age of 5.  And I am FREAKING OUT!!

This may have something to do with the fact that the majority of my close friends are either attempting to become pregnant, pregnant or have babies under the age of 1 (or close as it makes any difference).  And here I am with my biological clock ticking away and my eggs curdling as we speak.  I don't really want any more children but I enjoy thinking that I have the ability to have more, which that fantasy is shrinking by the day.

So no babies on the horizon AND two "school-age" children equals hitting yet another milestone on my rapid approach to Happy Acres Retirement Center.

Tomorrow is the birthday party for Quinn but today is the pity party for me.  So raise your glass of wine and salute my approach to middle age! .