Great Expectations

Apologies for going AWOL over the weekend. It was my birthday. Inching ever closer to the big 3-0 it scares me how little financial security I have. Granted some of that is because I've frittered money away on vodka cocktails and pretty handbags in the past. But surely I should have some sort of nest egg to fall back on? Apparently not.

When I think back to when I was a little girl I thought that by the time I was 30 I would be married with children of my own. Mind you I also thought I would have a yellow alarm clock, a perm and that I would call my first born Debbie! I guess things change, and times have definitely changed. 30 is the new 20, or so they say anyway.

But in some ways that doesn't make it any easier. I think getting older is easier for men. They don't have a biological clock ticking away inside of them. And, to be honest until I met Love of my Life it wouldn't have bothered me but my age, coupled with my in built instincts and my loved up status makes me want more than perhaps or should, or certainly more than I can afford.

I guess I'll have to make my 27th year the year of kicking financial butt, putting aside those vital funds so that the 2.4 children, white picket fence and semi in the burbs can be a reality. If anyone would like to give me a cyber kick up the arse, please feel free!