Damn.
I woke up one morning, and I wasn't a kid anymore.
Funny thing is, I knew I was married and had 2 kids. Hell, I even owned a house and had a cat, a vehicle payment, a job...bills...i knew all of that. Why didnt I get the memo about growing older? I am telling you, that shit just snuck up on me. I never felt it, and I be damned if I saw it....but there it was. In the mirror. Aw, i knew about the grey hairs, who am I kidding. Those don't count. I have been hiding those since I was in my early twenties.
Let me clarify. I do NOT feel nearly 36 years old. I barely feel 26. Most days, I don't think i look 30. Well, sometimes when I'm feelin' bad and all sorry for myself, I think oooh poor pitiful Princess, your almost to the bottom of the hill, you may as well join the AARP! Anyway, my husband is only 33. I think he's hot. A lot of my friends think he's hot, and he's a sweet guy...so the age thing tends to get to me once in a while. It does tickle me sometimes when people say he looks older than me, though! lol
So, I used to have this convertable Camaro, and damn I loved driving that thing. One day I was in the car pool line picking up my then 9 year old. (SHOULD have been a clue that I was gettin older, huh?) Anyway, the sun was shining, I had the radio on, feelin good after work, right? So I flipped down my visor to do a quick fix on my lip gloss because we were going to Walmart right after....and I saw! Oh Dear God! No! LINES BY MY NOSE!! Three on each side. Horizontal lines, right there, by my nose. And I could see them perfectly with that beautiful sun ball shining over head.
I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew the car in line behind me was honking and it was time to pull up. I don't remember what I was going to the store for, but I know exactly what I bought. Wrinkle cream. It took me an hour to pick it out, and I remember wanting a trench coat, hat and big glasses. Of course, all of the self check out lines were full. Eventually when I found a line, the cashier was all of 12 years old with perfectly unlined clear skin perky boobs and weighed 100 pounds! I know she was giving me a look, the little shit!
Don't even get me started on the boobs! I will get mine done, and that my pals, is a tale for another day!
I really don't mind being in my 30's. I'm enjoying it. I am old enough to do what ever I want, to have what ever opinion that I want to have, and be able to back it up with enough experience to know that I don't sound like a dumbass. I have earned my wings in being a teenager, the child of an alcoholic, being the child of a victim, and learning how NOT TO BE one..going to the gyno, periods, PMS, pregnancy, childbirth, staying up all night with a new born, raising toddlers, having a special needs child, parenting my parents, party planning, partying, winning, losing, loving, making friends, losing friends....AND i know that I'm YOUNG enough that I have a whole other lifetime of things to learn and do.
I woke up one morning, and I wasn't a kid anymore.
Funny thing is, I knew I was married and had 2 kids. Hell, I even owned a house and had a cat, a vehicle payment, a job...bills...i knew all of that. Why didnt I get the memo about growing older? I am telling you, that shit just snuck up on me. I never felt it, and I be damned if I saw it....but there it was. In the mirror. Aw, i knew about the grey hairs, who am I kidding. Those don't count. I have been hiding those since I was in my early twenties.
Let me clarify. I do NOT feel nearly 36 years old. I barely feel 26. Most days, I don't think i look 30. Well, sometimes when I'm feelin' bad and all sorry for myself, I think oooh poor pitiful Princess, your almost to the bottom of the hill, you may as well join the AARP! Anyway, my husband is only 33. I think he's hot. A lot of my friends think he's hot, and he's a sweet guy...so the age thing tends to get to me once in a while. It does tickle me sometimes when people say he looks older than me, though! lol
So, I used to have this convertable Camaro, and damn I loved driving that thing. One day I was in the car pool line picking up my then 9 year old. (SHOULD have been a clue that I was gettin older, huh?) Anyway, the sun was shining, I had the radio on, feelin good after work, right? So I flipped down my visor to do a quick fix on my lip gloss because we were going to Walmart right after....and I saw! Oh Dear God! No! LINES BY MY NOSE!! Three on each side. Horizontal lines, right there, by my nose. And I could see them perfectly with that beautiful sun ball shining over head.
I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew the car in line behind me was honking and it was time to pull up. I don't remember what I was going to the store for, but I know exactly what I bought. Wrinkle cream. It took me an hour to pick it out, and I remember wanting a trench coat, hat and big glasses. Of course, all of the self check out lines were full. Eventually when I found a line, the cashier was all of 12 years old with perfectly unlined clear skin perky boobs and weighed 100 pounds! I know she was giving me a look, the little shit!
Don't even get me started on the boobs! I will get mine done, and that my pals, is a tale for another day!
I really don't mind being in my 30's. I'm enjoying it. I am old enough to do what ever I want, to have what ever opinion that I want to have, and be able to back it up with enough experience to know that I don't sound like a dumbass. I have earned my wings in being a teenager, the child of an alcoholic, being the child of a victim, and learning how NOT TO BE one..going to the gyno, periods, PMS, pregnancy, childbirth, staying up all night with a new born, raising toddlers, having a special needs child, parenting my parents, party planning, partying, winning, losing, loving, making friends, losing friends....AND i know that I'm YOUNG enough that I have a whole other lifetime of things to learn and do.