Last week was one of the most stressful weeks I've had as a parent. Two trips to the ER, one case of pink eye, one broken washing machine, and one dog on bed rest seem to have aged me by about twenty years. Alright, maybe that last part is a bit of an exaggeration, but I did feel like I hadn't slept in about a week. I had been looking forward to visiting Suzanne in NYC for the weekend, but after last week, I was counting down the hours.
I arrived late on Friday evening, and Suzanne and I stayed up until 2 AM talking. It was so much fun! I haven't done anything like that in a really long time. The next day I slept late. I also haven't done anything like that in a long time. After going for a 6 mile walk around Central park, we went to a wine and chesse party complete with a sommelier. Did I mention that I felt old? I have to say that it's at times like this that I really feel like a "mom".
I was dressed in a pair of jeans that were actually clean. Shocking, right? No trace of sticky little fingers anywhere! I was wearing one of my nicer sweaters. I arrived at the party feeling pretty good, but once I was inside I felt totally underdressed and completely frumpy. The women were all dressed in trendy clothes. I felt old. At one point Suzanne and I were discussing the pointy heels that many of the women wore. I was careful to be pretty quiet lest someone hear me and point out that I was wearing my LL Bean snow boats. Nice. When did I become so old? Yes, it was a 30th birthday party, but I'm only 32. I was already planning on getting my hair cut this week. Now it's a definite.
Despite feeling like "the mom" at the party, I had a fantastic time. Oh, wait I actually was the only mom at the party! I really enjoyed sampling learning about the wine. I actually found three that I really like. There was also the most amazing cake I have ever seen. Suzanne's husband is going to email me a picture, and then I'll post it. Sunday we finally went running. I was pretty pleased with it. Of course I have to admit, I felt a little stiff later. Now tell me again when I became so old?
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Parenting can age you.
Totally. It totally ages you. But I hear you bounce back when they're like 30, or something...
My best story is when I visited my friend & her boyfriend who live on a mega yacht & cruise around the world... I hadn't seen her in a few years. I was wearing a necklace with a charm of two children. She looked at me and said: "You really ARE a mom!" Uhh yep.
I know what you mean! Somewhere along the line I guess we learn that being comfortable, as in not causing ourselves to need orthopedic surgery on our toes, just happens! :o) It's okay, though. You're infinitely wiser, and at 32, you really AIN'T old! Great post!
Feel ya sister. I started getting gray hairs after my first pregnancy and now I'm afraid to even see my natural color grow out. Also frown lines...dammit why can't we look good with them like men do?
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Totally. It totally ages you. But I hear you bounce back when they're like 30, or something...
My best story is when I visited my friend & her boyfriend who live on a mega yacht & cruise around the world... I hadn't seen her in a few years. I was wearing a necklace with a charm of two children. She looked at me and said: "You really ARE a mom!" Uhh yep.