Late last night the baby was sleeping uneasily next to me, congestion making sleep difficult for him. I was wide awake, listening to his gurgling breath, and unable to sleep. My thoughts were spinning around in my head restlessly so I decided it would help if I talked to someone. The internet is a wonderful place because at any given moment of any day, there are people available to talk to. I logged on to a discussion group and there were several people there already engaged in conversation. It didn't take long to realize that I was the oldest person there. The conversations circled around fashion, gossip, buying tshirts and designer jeans. I logged off not long after signing in.
Was there ever a time where my biggest concern was how many tshirts I owned and which corporate logos they sported? Somewhere between debts, diapers, daycare, deadlines, the dead-beat dad, and life-altering decisions I slipped from my carefree young adulthood to being a grown-up. Did having a child do this to me? More importantly, is there any way to make it go away?
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