I'm not nerdy... It's cool to be thirty!!

I'm thirty. I went to the store to by myself a new pair of jeans and I wasn't sure which section to go to. For those of you who have only one section to go to (ie mens, or girls) let me explain the conundrum that comes with being a fully grown female shopping for clothes. There are two sections to choose from: Misses and Juniors. The misses section is full of things like cardigans, female suits, silk button up shirts and "slacks". The junior section is full of size 0, tiny tees, tees with logos that usually have something about homework, attitude, that bunny on it, or all three combined. Enter me, freshly thirty, and ready to find that perfect pair of jeans. It's been a while (read: 7 years) since I've actually crossed through the children's section to buy something for an adult, and when I got there I faced my conundrum- which section do I belong? Surely not the misses, but the juniors? Are you allowed to buy stuff for yourself in the juniors section when you are so clearly not a junior? I stuck with the junior section, but I felt self concious while doing it : yeah I'm not here for myself, these clothes are for my daughter..er..niece. And maybe I was in the wrong section because I couldn't find any jeans that worked. These super low cut babies were never designed to be worn by someone who has had 5 babies. I found some that I loved but they were cute cut cute all the way up to my 5 time deflated balloon hanging over the front. But what's the other option? slacks? or pants that look like jeans but they're actually srtetch polyester? I am now convinced that there is no place for us thirty year olds. Maybe there's really no market for us because we so rarely cross through the children's section to buy for ourselves. I mean I went during school, had a babysitter, and still had Norah with me. Well, it was nice to be alone to try on jeans for my birthday anyhow. Plus Konden, made blueberry pancakes for breakfast, and the girls made my bed and I slept in and I got a bunch of cool loot. Like Pee Wee's Big aventure and a proclaimers cd and a bag if my very own truffles and we went to souper salad with the kids and my parents gave me a bunch of serving stuff for all the parties I'm going to throw and I felt like telling people it was my birthday all day. I like being 30. I've been looking forward to it for a while. It sounds a lot less teen bride when your 30 with 5 kids as opposed to 29 with 5 kids. So aside from not knowing where to shop I LOVE being thirty. Thirty thirty thirty. If you read the smith blog, you'll learn about our babysitting blackout no flashlight adventure, but I don't feel like telling it.