Thirtysomething

I was invited out by the wife of Keith's co-worker this past week. A girls night out at a local bar on Karaoke night. I thought about it, talked to Keith about it and decided to go. I'm glad that I did, because she and her friends were cool and we had a great time. But, I can't say it didn't feel oddly strange. Everything changes with age and I quickly realized why I don't do those things that often. I didn't get trashed, but I did stay out late talking and laughing and my kids show no mercy in the morning. One of the girls asked me if I had to go into work the next morning. I told her "yup, my job starts at 6:45 a.m. and doesn't end until 8:30 p.m.". She said she'd told her boss that she would be in after lunch...if only I could.

I don't have to get dressed up for my job, put on make-up or commute. I don't get vacation days, lunch breaks or money in exchange for my hard work. My compensation comes in a different form. There's no right way or wrong way for any woman. I know stay at home moms don't know how the working mom can do it all, but she does. And there are working moms who don't know how stay at home moms can do it all, but they do. I just feel lucky to have a family that draws me in and makes my life home.