Today marks my 26th year of life. That’s about 312 months. In all, I’ve been kicking it for 4,380 days.
In the past 4,380 days, I have…
Done Seven shots in one night of binge drinking
Gotten up thirteen different times from the computer since I started this post.
Lived in three different cities: Great Bend, Olathe, and Lawrence.
Been to fourteen states.
And I have been to zero other counties.
(Man I need to get out more.)
knocked up pregnant at nineteen.
Attended six schools.
Become obsessed with all things related to attachment parenting.
Had four real life, know everything about me, best friends: Carla Morrison, Jackie Dunn, Jana Sauder and Jennifer Stanley.
Been blessed with twenty-one pets that I can still name.
Had five different jobs: babysitter, dog walker/poop scooper, lifeguard, autism play therapist, and teacher.
Spent twenty-eight months breastfeeding my two children.
Been in one tornado
Had four cars and one minivan that I swore I’d never have once I was old.
Had the best twenty-six years ever and only hope to have another forty-nine more.
Or 17,880 days. You know, which ever.