Oh Sh*t, I'm An Adult Now?

Hey shorty, it's your birthday! We're gonna party like it's your birthday. Today's my birthday! Now, don't get too excited y'all. It's my 40th birthday.... FORTIETH.... 4-0.... Omg, I'm 40. Remember when 40 seemed so old? Well, here I am. I'm forty now and I think I'm supposed to have my shit together. Don't get me wrong, I'm happily married, we have four amazing kids and I have a badass career. But most days I don't feel like my shit is together. Like, oh, I'm an adult now. That means it's time to hop in my Range Rover and cruise up to the school pick up line to wait for my kids. You can find me standing outside my SUV in a nice pantsuit, fresh Brazilian blowout blowing in the breeze with a Grande Starbucks Cold Brew in my hand. Wait, who the hell am I kidding? I'm parked behind Middle Age SAHM Barbie who has her shit together. You'll find me IN my Kia Sorento, wearing my signature style of leggings, a racing t-shirt and flip-flops, hair in a bun with frizzes sticking every which way (damn, humidity) drinking a Casey's fountain Diet Mt. Dew. Do. Not. Judge. Me. I'm a damn good mom, but I don't have time for all that. Some days I barely get up in time to workout in the morning before getting kids off to school and daycare. Some days I shower on my lunch breaks (remember, I work from home). Some days I get up, workout, make the hubs and I coffee, take all the dogs out, make breakfast, wake all the kids and get them off to daycare and/or school AND get back home to start work at 8 AM. Needless to say, the latter days happen far fewer than the others. However, I think about this stuff A LOT. Like keeps me up at night, stops me in my tracks, kinda thinking about it. Please, please tell me I'm not the only one from the Class of 1999 that feels like they can't be 40 yet because they just don't feel like they've got their shit together yet. Okay, if I really am the only one, yikes, this is embarrassing. In the event that I'm not, which I pray is the case, oh thank God and welcome to my shit show. At this point in my life, I feel like I should have traveled more, have much more in my 401(k) account, and own a pant suit. But I don't, so here I am. Traveling with my family to places within driving distance, hoping Social Security holds out for me and wearing leggings, skinny jeans (yeah, I have a side part still too) and thanking sweet baby Jesus for Snapchat filters. Maybe I'll have it all together by the time I'm 50?! If you're in the same boat, please comment and tell me I'm not alone. Hell, if you have it all together, just comment to make me feel better. Come on, it's my birthday, yo!!!