This past weekend we celebrated one of my younger cousin's wedding. There are like 17 of us first cousins and I am the second oldest. Aside from my brother, there is an 11 year difference between Kristen (4th in lineage) and me. This wedding was when it really set in that we are all grown ups! In my mind, I can hang with these current and fresh out of college students. Dear lord when did I get so old. The next morning, I could hardly move and I still had to parent for the rest of the day. While the youngsters got to sleep in, I had a 9 and 6 year old crying at 8am about how they were starving. As I tried to go into the bathroom to shower, or puke or do SOMETHING that would make this situation better, the door knocking started. "Mum, what are you doing? Can I come in? Can we go to the park today? Can Sam come over? Mum! Mum!!"
Seriously. When did this happen? Was there a specific date and time that my body said, "Ok, now you're a ma'am. You're old and it's time for things to start aching and wrinkles to set in. It's time to go to bed early and pee, at least once a night." Come one. I know I'm not alone on this. I don't think it happened over night, but it did happen, or, maybe is still happening. How did I know? What triggered this discovery?
PULLING ALL NIGHTERS. That's right. I'm talking the college all nights. Lots of Mt. Dew and coffee. Being up all night to cram for an exam, going to class and passing the exam, then starting your day. Now, my all nighter is laying on the couch with a sick kid who is sweating all over you and can't get comfortable. Attempting to be a functioning member of society the next day is near impossible. You know why? Cause I'm old now.
Amusement Park Rides: One year, my friend and I went to Kennywood Park. We rode the Rotar 20 times in a row. For those that aren't familiar, the Rotor is a ride that you step inside of and press your body against the wall. It spins fast as hell and then the floor drops out leaving you stuck to the wall. Yes. That's right, 20 times. On, spin, off. On, spin, off...20 times. This year, I went to Kennywood and rode the Pirate Ship. My kids were snuggled against me laughing. I joined right in in the beginning. Then something happened. It took everything in my power not to lose everything that was in my stomach, not just my lunch, but also breakfast and dinner too. You know why? Cause I'm old now.
Saturday Night Live: When I was in middle school, I would do everything in my power to attempt to stay awake for SNL. Then, in high school, it became easier (unless had had a game the next morning. Had to get my 8 hours in.) In college, my biggest problem was being home in time for SNL, Then I became a grown up. Awe yeah. I can stay up all night, watch what I want, walk around in my undies, etc. This is a Saturday night in my house. Kids in bed at 9 (sometimes I will snuggle for 30 mins) and I am sitting on the couch around 9:30. at 9:45, I grab a blanket and a pillow, you know, to get comfy. At 10 I feel my eyes getting heavy so I find something productive to do. Usually it involves trolling Facebook or pinning on Pinterest. It is now 11:00 and I "lay down" to watch the news. At 11:32, our newscasters tell us to "stay tuned for Saturday Night Live". The next thing I know, it is 1am. WHAATTT!!!??? Not only did I miss the opening act, but I missed the entire damn thing! Really? I couldn't make it until midnight? I'm not even asking to watch the entire show, just the funny skits (you know they put those in the beginning) You know why I feel asleep? Yep! You guessed it. It's cause now I'm old.
New Workout Routine. I thoroughly enjoy working out. Let me rephrase. I enjoy being active and moving and grooving. I'm not a big lifter and I do like to run. I'm also very fickle and by fickle, I mean my ADHD kicks into high gear after a while and I'm ready to find something new. I love the Beachbody workout videos. One day I am rocking some Hip Hop Abs and the next I'm feel like a super badass momma while doing Les Mils Combat. The problem is, with each new workout routine comes the cracking ankles and the inability to lift my arms above my head for a week. I mean, I remember these feels when I was younger but I embraced them then. I felt great and could even play a hockey game at midnight the night after a workout. Now, I'm just old.
Music Part 1. I love music. I think that music can enhance your mood (both good moods or bad). Music is with us for all special occasions. There are wedding songs, pomp and circumstance while walking to receive your diploma, national anthem before events, it is inevitable. Music is all around us. So why, around 30ish did music become something that made me cry? Yes, I have two amazing children, so hormones could have something to do with it, but seriously. I can be in church and hear the voices of the choir and am brought to tears. I can hear the lyrics to a song and cry because it makes me feel strong (weird, I know) or it makes me think of when I was younger, or my kids, or my parents. It's crazy. The older I get the more songs make me cry....and on occasion, commercials.
Music Part 2. WHAT IN THE HELL IS ON THE RADIO TODAY? I can't tell you how many times I have to change the radio station when my kids are in the car. I remember, as a young-in, the worst song I EVER heard on the radio while I was in the car with my mom was "I Want Your Sex" by George Micheals. I remember staring out of the window praying for it to be over. Now, I listen to my 9 and 6 year old singing lyrics that are crazy inappropriate. Thankfully they have NO IDEA what the lyrics mean! I love the music of yesteryear. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy rocking out to country music now and some current hits but my love is the classic rock, you know were the meaning was like a riddle you had to solve.
I like to say that day in and day out, I really don't think about how old I am, but every once in a while, it hits me...like a mac truck. But hey! I've done a lot in these 35+ years and have to scars, scrapes and memories to prove it. I have learned that spending time with others and making memories is so much more important than having the most toys. So here's to more memories!
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