(Not so) Dirty 30

• Posted on 1st July 2015
• in Uncategorized
• by Ashleigh

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Monday, the day I have been dreading for the last 364 days finally came. A day I have been losing sleep over. A day I have had jokes made about. A day I surely thought the world would end. Monday was the day I kissed my youth, and life as I knew it goodbye; the day I turned 30. Even saying “I turned 30” still gives me a tiny bit of acid reflux. I don’t know if that’s a by-product of age or vanity, either way it still feels about as pleasant as a bikini wax. I’m really hoping that after a few months of saying “I’m 30” over and over again, I will be desensitized just in time to turn 31 and start this whole sh*tty ageing cycle over again.

I know the calendar may say I am 30, but based on my love of fart jokes and all varieties of Oreo cookies, I am quite positive I am perpetually 12 years old at heart. What better way for a 12-year-old to celebrate a birthday than at a children’s science museum? So that is exactly what we headed out to do. The girls, my husband and I headed up to The Great Lakes Science Center on this drizzly June day and had the COOLEST time ever. I think I was the most excited of the bunch because it was my first time there (and I because have been secretly dying to go since I was sick on that field trip back in elementary school), and because quite frankly I am a sucker for anything science related. I was a little worried the girls would be too young to appreciate a lot of the exhibits being only 3 and 4 1/2 years old (and because I doubt there was anything YouTube or iPad related), but I was so so wrong. All of us had a blast!

Today in the car on the way to run some errands, I was asking the girls what they enjoyed the most about our little family field trip. Kyleigh had a whole list of “favorite things” from the Diet Coke and Mentos experiment to playing in the rocket ship. Pj’s favorite part was “Eating a hot dog”. That’s right future spouses of my daughters, one is impressed by space ships to the moon, the other  is content with a $2.00 frank. Choose wisely.

I guess the lesson I learned on Monday was: age doesn’t mean much of anything when you’re young at heart. I’m glad I have my husband and my kids who give me a few really good excuses to keep being silly and weird (and to keep making fart jokes and eating boat loads of Oreos). Growing up is for suckers anyways. Stay fun. -A