Do you ever wake up and think, "THIS is my life? What a disappointment." And then spend the rest of the day (week/month/life) in disgust of your non-awesome-ness?
I kind of thought life would be cooler by now.
I really didn't have any humongous plans for my future. But I knew I wanted it to be good. I planned on excitement. Or something resembling excitement.
Don't get me wrong, stuff happens here. Number Four almost fell down the stairs head first today and I had to run and catch her before, you know, splat. But that's not really the kind of excitement I had hoped for.
I think the most exciting thing that happened to me today was when I lost track of time and left for the bus stop too late and then had to run the last half block because Opie's bus driver is hideously strict and won't let him off the bus unless I'm RIGHT THERE. But that's not really all that exciting either.
I'm thinking about moving to a foreign country, just to add some adventure to life. But then I'd probably just get frustrated because I don't know any other languages. And it's not like changing poopy toddler diapers in another country makes it that much more exotic.
Man, I really thought life would be cooler...