A couple of weeks ago Lily’s preschool had a parents' meeting where we were supposed to come without kids to learn about the school, their policies, meet the teachers, see the classrooms etc. Ryan stayed home with the girls and I set off for the meeting on my own. On the drive there I started to feel kind of nervous and I realized that in my mind I was thinking: this is weird, it is going to be me and a bunch of adults. Like, I’m nervous to be around all these parents. Like, I’m a kid and THEY ARE GROWN-UPS. Hold the phone… I’m a parent. These people have kids the same age as mine. Some of them might even be younger than me. I’M A GROWN-UP TOO.
I wore my Hello Apparel shirt, but took this pic later because I was too scared one of those grumpy old person parents would catch me instagramming in my car and judge me.
I don’t know what it is. I feel like a parent. I feel like a responsible adult-type person. I have two children. I’m freaking 31 years old! By all accounts I should consider myself a grown-up, but it still seems weird. Is it because I still shop at Urban Outfitters? You would tell me if I needed to stop, right? Whatever, young at heart baby! I’m going with it.