I'm going to be
32 31 (shush - yes, I don't know how old I am) next month. 32 31. I'm okay with that age. I love being a wife and mom but I don't love that it absorbs so much of me that there is no me. When asked what I want out of life I honestly just want to get through a day. Blah, how boring is that. At 32 31.