Recently, I asked the question of my beloved Facebook friends, “How do you know when you’ve reached the official mid years of your life?” Interestingly, not one of the middle aged ladies… I mean experienced women… would confess… I mean contribute.
I’m not sure if I have reached the infamous “middle age person” status or not but I do know my life has already begun to change because of my age.
Here are ten reasons that make me worry I may soon be earning my own middle age status:
1. Several months ago, I acquired my first pair of specs. I spent the first month in denial. I even demanded a retest of my vision. I miss the days of boasting about 20/20 vision.
2. I used to add highlights to my hair. Now, I add highlights to the color that I use to cover the gray in my hair. Of course, I cover the gray with my natural color.
3. I used to feel tall. My son is now taller than me by 8 inches. He’s a towering 6’3″ and still growing. I’m raising a giant. And shrinking.
4. Shedding baby weight in my 20′s was cake. Shedding baby weight again, nearly 15 years later, is futile. Still, I’m hanging on to that one little designer dress for the “someday” that will probably never arrive.
5. I go to bed no later than 10pm. Even on weekends. I used to be a night owl but now I’m just too tired to give a hoot.
6. After sitting through an entire movie, my body aches when I stand. Wait. Did I fall asleep during the movie?
7. I don’t party anymore. Instead, I plan my kids’ birthday parties and serve fruit punch.
8. I drink coffee. I drink lots of coffee. The amount of coffee I consume increases each year. I never touched the stuff in my 20′s or early 30′s.
9. On vacations, I just want to stay in the room. To sleep. Alone.
10. Now and then I catch myself reminiscing with a friend about “the good old days.” Enough said.
Did I mention how these things make me worry? Oh, I’m not worried.
I’m kicking and screaming.
And cursing. I refuse to walk through the door with the sign that reads, “Enter Middle Age.” Even if I wanted to go through that door, certainly one of my kids would make the demand and I’d have to turn around anyway.
{A special shout out for my friend Stasha over at NorthWestMommy for the push on this one. /Monday Listicles}
