The Sunscreen Song was on the radio today. The last time I heard it was seven years ago (SEVEN!) when I was graduating. I listened to it today as I drove, seething mad at Honor. He had stepped in puppy poop and purposely smeared it all over the house, just as we were heading out the door. PURPOSELY.

As I was listening to the song, I wondered if the last time I heard it I would have imagined that seven years later I’d be driving in a car pissed as hell at my two year old? Is life what I wanted it to be seven years ago? I was graduating high school, in love with a man I knew I wanted to marry, and the possibilities of my life were endless. I can’t help but think that those possibilities for my life are less endless than they were seven years ago.

I know that I’m mad, I know that I’m frustrated, and I know that it won’t last. I also know that I’m tired of scrubbing things off the carpet. But how can I say that this isn’t the life I wanted? I guess I can say it, but how can I mean it?

Maybe you need to question your choices to know that you’ve made the right ones?