Today marks the last day in June. This month was a blur. My sleep schedule went up in flames and I became intimate with all hours of the day. My one year anniversary from being on Good Day Sac has come and gone without me even noting the event. I was pondering the past when suddenly my present snapped at me - I am turning 32. I thought 31 was scary and now Im solidly in the 30's bracket. Dan is still splashing around at 28. Lucky. The 20's sure were loaded with memories meant to be kept in that decade. These 30's seem to be surrounded by smart decisions and slowing life to a more digestible pace. As my father warned my, the progression of age also means the loss of friends. I do not speak with most people I hung out with in my 20's. All throughout my pregnancy I wondered why it seemed my comrades had all jumped ship. Dan broke it down-I stopped being fun. I wasn't the party pal or dance partner that made me who I was. Unfortunately when the smoke cleared and I asked everyone to stay behind, nobody did. There were other partiers to meet while I was in the corner eating all the cheese and discussing theories on child rearing. Before, I always claimed solitude was something I preferred. Now that it has become a lifestyle I am jealous of having a friend to be about you. My friends have babies or deep relationships that keep them from dedicating more time. Now even I can't shower without thanking the stars for giving me the time to do so. I think it is time to go back to parenting now.