I am usually not one to be all “I’m so old” and ignore birthdays. (Even if my husband insists on referring to the week between our birthdays as “Cougar Week”.) Whatever, age is relative and your only as old as you feel. Right?
Right. So, this year, as the anniversary of the day my mom had to put down her cocktail, cig and get a nice shot of “doc-put my ass out while you go in and take this darn baby” rolls around, guess what?
I am old. Do you know how I know? No, it’s not because I am not officially closer to 40 than 30 (Curse you rounding!). I know that I am old because I am acting like my mother who was REALLY old.
I mean, I know everyone thinks their mom was really old when they were young, but seriously, mine was. She was 43 when I was born, so by the time I started really noticing her as a person, she was well into her fifties.
I. Am. Not. In. My. Fifties. (Dammit.)
And yet…
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Right. So, this year, as the anniversary of the day my mom had to put down her cocktail, cig and get a nice shot of “doc-put my ass out while you go in and take this darn baby” rolls around, guess what?
I am old. Do you know how I know? No, it’s not because I am not officially closer to 40 than 30 (Curse you rounding!). I know that I am old because I am acting like my mother who was REALLY old.
I mean, I know everyone thinks their mom was really old when they were young, but seriously, mine was. She was 43 when I was born, so by the time I started really noticing her as a person, she was well into her fifties.
I. Am. Not. In. My. Fifties. (Dammit.)
And yet…
- I often hum random tunes while I literALLy putter around my house dropping stuff and leaving a trail of crap in my wake.
- I have actually heard myself say, “when I was young he was quite handsome”. AND(!!!) “Fine, do whatever you want, but you’ll freeze without that hat on.”
And the kicker? THE KICKER!??!?!
- The last two days I have, on more than one occasion, done this “FaDaGrif-what is your name?” When talking to or about my kids.
How often did my mother “MarcSuzJulMar…oh which one are you?”
I’ll tell ya-she did it all the time. And she had six, not three. Oh… AND SHE WAS OLD!
Crap.
Happy Un Birthday to me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Think of it this way "Like fine wine, we get better with age." – Hallmark
If it makes you feel any better mom mixed up the names even when she wasn't old. Are you leaving cheese wrappers on the counter yet? Have a great day.
good stuff
o my goodness, i'm going to wake up baby i'm laughing so loud. you are hilarious. happy birthday!
You are not old – just a mom. We tend to lose a little of our brain after each child is born and that is why it becomes harder and harder to remember the names we gave them at birth. It's not an age thing – really it's not!
Happy Birthday
happy b-day woman!
we celebrate cougar week as well. 🙂
and i call all my kids madeline,
i don't even try to think of their names.
have a hot toddy for me!
I can't stop laughing about Cougar Week!!!
Also? I am trying desperately to turn into my dad as I age, but I am so. totally. my mom.
I really hate it when I tell a story and then say, "Well, that was 20 years ago." (And? It was a story about my post-college life?!!)
Oh god, it you think you are now old, what the heck does that make me?!!! Enjoy the day and all the "benefits" of being old. Like humming random tunes while puttering around the house all without caring about what others think:)
Have a good day
Cristie you are so NOT old!!! And if it makes you feel any better, I do the name thing too! Happy Birthday!:-)