No Such Thing
I went to a concert last night. Those words. They're my "once upon a time." So many of my what-a-great-night stories begin with that little sentence. There was this one , and this most recent one , and this one that was actually life changing. But last night's show had me stewing a bit this morning, wondering: When am I going to grow up? It's something I wonder on a daily basis, really. I've even written about it before. I look around at my life - the responsibilities of caring for a husband, three kids and a home - and I ask myself Who put me in charge? I have to ask myself that, because most of the time there's no other grown up around to ask . All the grown ups have handed me the car keys and flown the coop. I don't feel grown up. I feel like I missed the class where they taught how to be a grown up, and the learning curve on this real-life-experience track is STEEP. So this morning as I'm scrolling through pictures and I see shot