Who’s in Charge?

Maybe it’s because I’ve been out of the workforce for a few years, or maybe it’s because I’m not a particularly ambitious person, but I’m always surprised when I hear about people my own age who are senior accountants or who are running their own law firms. I mean, granted, I’m not 22 anymore, but in some ways I still feel like a kid fresh out of college with no experience and no idea where to start. Is this just a classic sign of age? The disbelief that my peers could be running the show? I have trouble with the idea that we’re in charge now.

I’m technically in charge of my kids, but that doesn’t always go so well. For the past week both boys have been getting up at precisely 5:20 a.m. and the early mornings are really starting to get to me. We did have a bit of luck this morning: when I heard Justin get up I stood outside his locked door and told him it was too early to get up, so he could color or look at his books in his room — and he actually stayed quiet until 6. It was only a half-victory, though, cause Brayden demanded out of his crib the instant he was awake. But even that has a bit of a silver lining: when Brayden gets up that early, he at least has a nap in the morning. And they’re both sleeping through the night, so things could be lots worse. I just really resent having to get out of bed before 6 a.m. Sigh.