As I continue to go to bed LATER than I should, I feel old the next morning.
As I plan Pre-School Curriculum with my good friends, I realize my BABY #3 is going to Preschool with their Baby #1…hmmm. I Feel Old.
As we practice soccer in the yard with the girls, my thighs burn after a few minutes. I Feel Old.
As I go to YW’s & I’m their “leader,” and they talk about music, styles & boys…I REALIZE my old logo t-shirt, semi flared jeans, whose boyfriend is 30 & listens to CHER…is very outdated. I feel OLD.
Each day when I have arguments with my children, fold more & more laundry, wash the pee off the floor & around the toilet; I realize I miss my MOM more & more & wish that I could be the kid for just 1 more day, I FEEL OLD.
As I blog stalk all my good friends, I realize my Baby #5 is the same age as my Best Friend’s Baby #1, I FEEL OLD!
Today is THURSDAY & I FEEL OLD.