Dear Forties,
Thank you so much for kicking my butt lately. It is so kind of you to remind me on a daily, no hourly basis, that things are just getting warmed up and I have 8.3 more years of you.
Last night when I went to the Sushi bar with some friends of mine (in their early twenties) it was really great that you made me pull out the grandma reading glasses so I could read the sushi menu. Then, when we left the restaurant you stung me again when the girls (frankly anyone female under 25 at this point can be called a girl) made the comment about how we should meet again because hanging out with me on a slow night for them wasn't so bad since I was twice their age. Ouch.
This week as I have dropped my child off for VBS each morning you have slapped me in the face with the fact that I am BY FAR the oldest parent with a participating child. Yes, Bubba is my youngest, but I still have some time left before I feel like I am twice the age of the girls there too, don't I?
Daily you remind me you are still here and laughing in my face when I run, get out of a chair, climb stairs, rise from sleeping, or any other gross motor movements. Are you kidding me? Please, please tell me that your good friend Fifty will be kinder to me.
First you took my muscles, and gave me aches and pains in return, then you took my eyesight and saddled me with reading glasses, then you took my smooth skin and gave me fly hairs growing out of my back, now you are taking the idea that I am young and fun, and turning me into an old hermit that would rather sit at home and read, sew and watch t.v., than go out to a social event. What is next, Forty? What is next?
Hugs and hairy kisses,
Careless
4 comments:
She's saving the best for last, sorry to inform you. Just before you leave forty she preps you for Fifty. The digestive tract will do a major shift and the girly parts will decide to start thier own type of party, but the true party for every one is on the other side of 50. Get your dancing shoes ready! BTW, you are doing great in your 40's. You will be able to look back and be proud of what you accomplished in your 40's. Make your older-self proud!
Haha! You are so funny. I didn't even realize you were in your forties. The fun part about blogging is that I really have no idea how old anyone is, and to me you sound my age. PS, if you ever feel scared about 50, just look at my mother. Almost 54 and totally killing it... I'm so inspired.
It makes me laugh that they warn you about all the bodily hair that attacks you at puberty, but no one tells you about the extras that start in your forties ( or is that just me? LOL)
Hi there! I stumbled upon your notes and I like them...Really nice!
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