Showing posts with label Middle Age. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Middle Age. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

When it hits you smack dab in the face...

I had an epiphany tonight. I was standing at bowling league (it was my first night, I was a sub) with woman my mothers age telling them about my new minivan, complaining about how sore I was going to be from bowling-yes bowling, and how I couldn't wait to go to Minneapolis to have our mini holiday celebrating 10 years of marriage. It occurred to me right then and there, that I am officially middle aged. Believe it or not, I did use to be cool, secretly I still think I am. But cruising around in the mini reminds me (no matter how hard I try to tell myself the opposite) I have officially stepped out of the cool zone. 33 years old, 10 years of marriage, 3 kids, minivan, and bowling league. WOWZER! If someone would have told me that 10 years ago I would have spit my kamikaze and/or scooby snack all over them and told them to stick it. No, I would have used other choice words and stomped off in my too short of skirt with my too tight of top.
Middle aged is something that I bucketed all my friends into because a good majority of them have always been older than me. Now when you say I'm 33 and she's 36 it pretty much sounds the same. Versus when I was 18 and she was 21 or when I was 28 and she was 31. I loved torturing my girlfriends with our age differences. Now it all sounds the same. I hear myself saying,"Age is just a number. You are only as old as you feel." Lame middle aged me.
I love driving the minivan but instead of the occasional check out I get the minivan once over. You can see the other minivan drivers-especially other men wondering what kind of options it has and MPG. I find myself trying to race the other minis when we pull up to a stoplight side by side.
Guys use to try guess my bra size, they now try to guess how many kids I have. The best is when I tell them 3 and they get this horrified look on their face expressing complete sympathy for the dad. You tell other woman, especially older ones and they respond with,"Ooh I bet your busy. Don't miss those days." Ummm-okay, who says that? I just fell asleep typing this...not kidding.