They call me Perky due to my sunshine personality that pours down raindrops of happiness and spouts rainbows of optimism. I sparkle and shimmer in a world full of gray clouds—or so I’ve been told.

I’m a mother who is quickly approaching 30 and despite the age my driver’s license claims, I do not feel like an adult who should be responsible for the livelihood of miniature humans. I’m a fantastic mother; I simply feel like a teenager rather than someone who pays taxes and votes.

This section of the internet serves as my way to vent about my growing pains and to help hold myself accountable for the struggles of adulthood. So, welcome to the world that I often discuss to myself by myself while cleaning my home.