This morning after I woke up… I got my two year old ready for daycare, got myself ready for work and answered questions  the construction workers currently demolishing part of our house. Then it occurred to me. I have a child and another on the way, I have been married almost nine years, I have a “real” job with real responsibilities AND I am paying off a house that is now under major construction that costs money. This is no longer just the house we live in for now, this is our investment.

Oh, and I am 32 years old (OK – nearly 33). How did this happen? I certainly don’t feel like a grown up. I don’t feel much different than the 20 year old university student who felt way out of her depth student teaching high school kids who were just a couple of years younger than me.

So I went to the internet in search of answers – the place for everything that is meaningful and profound.

I guess it’s official…