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35 was the hardest

I turned 36 this week. I don’t really do anything for my birthday. When I turned 30 I hosted a dinner party and didn’t tell anyone it was my birthday. I just wanted to dress up and entertain and eat too much and drink too much. This year won’t be much different then all the years before. Dr. Hubs gets me flowers and a silly card. The girls will make me endless pictures and probably forget past breakfast that it’s my birthday. I’ll get a call from my grandma singing to me out of tune and my parents will call wishing me a happy day and maybe a moment of peace.

But this year is different. It’s marking the end of one of the hardest years of my life. Seriously. 35 has been rough. And I look it. You know I like lists, and I wanted to bring you a ’35 reasons why 35 has been hard’. But as I started writing it I realized all those things that have make it hard have also been the biggest blessings. They have molded me and challenged me this year. The hard things have made me a stronger wife, mother, and boss lady.

The biggest thing I’ve noticed about 35 is that the mid-aged face has started. I’m no longer able to carry the ‘no make up face’ as easily. Especially when I’m tired or sleep deprived (which is allllthetime). I know what you’re going to say, ‘but you look pretty no matter what’. thank you. But I see myself in the mirror. I see myself in pictures and I have definitely aged this year. Dr. Hubs would agree and he says the number one thing that has gotten to me is sleep deprivation. Co-sleeping with Peaches and working late most nights (because that’s when my freaking brain starts to work!) has started to give me permanent bags under my eyes, dark circles and a general ‘tired’ look. Are there remedies? Sure! Facials, Chemical Peels, Botox, Fillers, laser tightening….and sleep.

The second thing I’ve noticed about the mid-thirties is my metabolism is starting to sloooooow down. For the past 5 years I’ve gotten away with eating what I want when I want without weight gain (thank you pregnancy/breastfeeding/pregnancy/breastfeeding). But now I’m faced with a number on the scale I’ve never seen outside of pregnancy. And my body hates me when I eat carbs.

I took on more responsibilities at 35 then I realized. I have a daily role within our business. And yes, while Dr. Hubs is the boss man, we’re partners. And nobody takes a business as seriously as the owner(s)…There have been many an early morning/late night/hours of conversation/debates/talks. Some days it consumes my thoughts but I can’t help it. Other than our kids its our everything.

The year of 35 hasn’t been all ‘getting older, gaining weight, working too much’. This has been a year with so many tears of joy, celebrating our wins, growing our family and staff. It’s also been a year where I’ve started to come into my own skin as a boss lady, mom and wife. Truth be told I’ve been a boss lady since 2007, a wife since 2004 and a mom since 2012 but sometimes feeling comfortable in those roles take time.

I’ve also settled into a personal style that feels comfortable. I no longer feel like I need to apologize or hide who I am or how I want to dress. If I want to wear a pretty dress to run errands so be it.

Buh-Bye 35. HEllo 36!

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