Yes, I am 30.

If you've talked to me anytime in the last two months you would know that I was
freaking out about turning 30. I know it was ridiculous and I have no excuse for
my behavior... Anyway, the day came, and now I am 30.

I think turning 30 was like walking through a door: not momentous, but I am
definitely in a new place...

Outwardly, things continue as before-- but my internal monologue is insane.
Every time I open my mouth I feel like the crazy is trying to get out. So I try to
remind myself to not talk too much, lest it escape. So far I have very little
success, and still talk too much.

In other news, Seth continues his education in opera by devouring as much of it
as he can. He's an opera addict. His new favorites are Hansel and Gretel and
The Golden Girl of the West.

Margaret incessantly develops her own plans for her upcoming birthday party
(which I have little intention of producing after the Valentine fiasco) and feels no
need to run them by me before sharing them with the world.

Mitchell has come to a time in his life where he wants to control everyone, so I
find myself constantly brokering compromises with him. It is a lesson in
negotiations if ever I've had one.

Maybe I should put up some photos?

Posted by jvoris at April 3, 2008 10:58 AM