Like so many other things in my life my attempt to not be grown up is failing miserably. I know I've only been attempting this for a few days, but I'm not doing well. I blame my children. I love my children. Like any mom, my life would be incomplete without them, but I think its their fault. No. I know its their fault. Even though I am married I am pretty much their sole care provider. This leaves much oppertunity for high, HIGH levels of stress! My husband does help out. I don't want to make him out to look like a bastard but in the grand tradition of most dads, whenever a diaper needs changing or an arugement needs ending, he suddenly disappears. He somes home from work, gives hugs and kisses and at night he helps brush teeth and reads stories which is awesome. However since thats all he does, I get to have all the stress. Hooray for me! This has forced me to be a grown up. I'm still going to fight it. Maybe if I work really hard on it I can slowly relearn how to be fun and cool and dare I say it...relaxed! Believe me when I say, I use to be fun and cool and relaxed. Memories.