I can't believe I'm 31

Well actually, I turned 31 in March. Call in denial. 31. It makes 30 seem so...young. 31 was the benchmark. I was going to have my whole life in order by 30. Which has come and gone, with no order in sight...
In all fairness in those 30 years I have done a lot of things. I have been married and divorced, had 4 boys, (not all after the marriage, but all before the divorce, and with the same man.), started several new careers, (still trying to find the hat that fits me), and kept myself in denial about some health issues. (Really...It doesn't go away just because you chose to ignore it).
Since turning 31 I have rounded out a few more things. I recently (Yay July 19th) remarried. To the most wonderful man who I complan about a lot but love even more. Really, I am lucky he puts up with me. He is a great husband and I couldn't ask for a better Step-dad for 4, (gulp) boys. For now I will just call the boys J13, N10, N9, and M8. First initials, and their ages. Yep, I was one busy baby machine for awhile there in the 90's. For those of you doing the math, I had my first son at 18, right out of high school. By 19 I was married, by 25 I was divorced. Which was one of the best things to happen for our relationship, but more on that later.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I usually keep a journal, however, knowing it is not the safest medium in a houseful of males, and I speak from recent experience, I have decided to move it out to a place none of them are likely to find, anytime soon.