If you are having an evening like I am, then you are ready to hit the red button and nuke a country. It's my kids. They drive me insane. I love them endearingly with all my heart. Sadly, my war wounds are showing in the form of premature gray and just this morning I woke up with a pimple. Not to mention, I am still claiming that my extra (ahem) many pounds I am carrying around are still my "baby weight" ... well.. it is right? I just never lost the pregnancy weight from both of my pregnancies.
As I grow older, the less tolerance I have for nonsense. I swore I would never turn into one of "these" and I even begged friends (what are their names again?.. I forgotten) to please smack me if I ever turned "OLD."
This morning on the way home, the sixteen year old nerd in front of me was jamming out in his very expensive-he must have got an A- truck. It was obnoxious. Now normally I like that sorta thing. I had my car pimped out when I was his age and my "boom boom" would shake the windows as I would drive around. My parents used to tell me they could hear me coming blocks away.
Now 20 years later, I have become one of "those" and find that sort of thing pure nonsense. I scolded this disrespectful young man and gave him the brows down face. Then I looked in the mirror and thought...
wait a minute... who are you again? So what happened? I demand that my children speak politely to me and answer me with a Yes Ma'am constantly.
When did I become a "Ma'am?"
ugh. Is there any going back? Can I be a "Miss" again?
No? hhhmmmm.... I didn't think so.
Well if you need me, I'll be the hunched over gray haired pushing 40 year old giving the youngsters a brows down and chugging my Geritol.