Dirty Thirty {Part II}

“Birthdays are nature’s way of telling you to eat more cake.”

And that’s exactly what I did when I turned 30.

For real though, I ate so much cake that I almost puked after this photo session. I call that a win.

My sister-in-law, Jerrica, sent me a message the week before my birthday asking me if I wanted to do a cake smash photo shoot with her {she turned 30 ten days before me}. I mean, I didn’t even do this with my kids when they turned one {like most moms do}. Sure, I got pictures from my phone…but an actual photo shoot? I was instantly judging myself  for considering doing this for myself when I didn’t take the time or money for my kiddos to do it. Then was just like “Whatever! Count me in!” because I’m sort of over feeling guilty for doing for myself sometimes. Old habits die hard, amiright? Maybe it’s because I’m 30? Older and wiser? Probably not. Just taking back my sanity, one ridiculously fun photo shoot at a time.


Fast forward to Saturday night and I had the.best.time.ever with my family and friends.

Everyone needs a few of the best girlfriends ever and I have them! Can’t thank them and Waylon enough for making my birthday so special! Sidenote: Brandi why don’t I have pictures with you?

My bff Audrey and I have sort of a tradition {that I didn’t actually realize until after the fact} of sitting off alone taking dumb selfies. #basic

I’d like to say I was one of those people who didn’t care a thing about turning 30. Meh, wrong. Y’all the list of things I worried over at age 29 is long and dramatic.

  • Why didn’t I finish college?
  • Why is my hair falling out?
  • Where did these eye wrinkles come from?
  • I don’t feel successful.
  • Am I teaching my kids enough?

For real I could keep going and going but I’ll stop there and say this… what everyone else is doing doesn’t really matter. And that’s exactly what it boiled down to: comparison. Now is when I stop and do me. Because I’m kinda awesome.


In my 30s I promise myself to take it a little easier on myself.

It’s okay if I cook one supper for my kids and one for Waylon and me.

It’s okay if Bella is five and not writing sentences.

It’s okay if I’d rather eat a McChicken than have a six-pack.

It’s okay if I pass out tablets and TVs to my kids from 6pm-bedtime because I can’t be hands-on another second.

It’s okay if I have a meltdown.

It’s okay if I use more dry shampoo than actual shampoo.

It’s okay if I can’t remember the last time I mopped my floor.

It’s okay if I do a cake smash photo shoot for myself but not my kids.

It’s just okay.






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