Aging…

I woke up this morning realizing that I am about to turn another year older and I am not happy about that at all. Mainly because the reminder came, not as a sweet thought of birthday cake and greetings from family and friends, but as I was getting out of bed this morning, my back hurt so bad that I couldn’t get up. As I tried to sit up, I then started to realize that my calves were also killing me from standing all day at work. Now, I’ve never thought of myself as a spring chicken but right now I feel more like an old mule that needs a kick in the butt every morning to get going. Is it okay to just skip the coffee and go straight for the Red Bull? I mean, I’m going to need the extra caffeine at some point in the day so why not drink it first thing in the morning? It’s not like crack addicts wait until the afternoon for their first hit. I’m at the point where good old coffee just doesn’t do it for me anymore.

I think that we should be allowed to have heavy doses of caffeine based on the number of children you have and the neediness of your husband. I’m not saying that my husband is needy or anything but if he asks anything of me in the day that he can do himself, then I should be “entitled” to his shot of caffeine. Doesn’t that sound fair? And where would the dogs fit into this equation? I mean, after all, someone has to feed them, walk them, and pick up their “unfriendly reminders of why we have a dog poopies.” They are suppose to bring me great joy and take years off my life but you haven’t met my dogs. They do the exact opposite. I have aged a good five years thanks to them. Now don’t get me wrong. I do love my dogs. But I just see them as another thing in the house I need to feed, walk, and, again, clean up poopie after. So basically, the kids and dogs fall into the exact same category as far as their needs go. That means I should be “entitled” to five shots of caffeine, still not counting the husband.

Now back to the aging thing. I am bitter that I have to grow another year older. Birthdays are no fun for anyone unless you are celebrating a year that is 30 and under. No one wants to be reminded that, not only are they another year older, but another year closer to using gas-ex regularly, no longer having control of their bowels, instead of buying condoms, buying depends diapers, and not being able to control their farts. It sucks!!!

Another bitter reminder of my age happened last weekend when my husband and I were out to dinner with some friends at a restaurant along the beach. Our friends had pulled into the wrong street, so his wife and I decided to get out and walk the half a block to the restaurant while our husbands parked the car. When my husband entered the restaurant, he complimented me on how nice my dress looked on me as we walked away from the car. Boy, did that comment put a big smile on my face. But then he immediately said the following statement, “You girls looked like cougars.” Uhm…cougars?…us?…me? That would imply that we look old. Great (sarcastically). So there goes that big smile. My husband thought he was giving me a compliment. Has he learned nothing from us women? After all, he has three sisters, three sister-in-laws, a daughter and an “aging” wife. Sigh. What can I do? He’s right. I am another year older. It’s completely against my will but there is nothing I can do about it. And with the way my body is no longer holding up, I can’t even say that I am growing old gracefully. I can say that I am happy about one thing, my husband will always be older than me. That makes me feel a little better.

About lilyeepad

I am a wife of an amazing man, mother of three amazing children, and caretaker of two crazy dogs.
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3 Responses to Aging…

  1. Lily says:

    You know Maan, as tired as I am, with all my aches and pains, I wouldn’t trade my wonderful life for anything in the world. And if you asked me to do it all over again, I would, in a heartbeat. I do sometimes wish I were a little younger and not in my thirties when I had kids. There are times I feel sooo old. But I do have the best kids!

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    • I believe that things have a funny way of working themselves out for all of us. Had you been younger when you settled down, maybe you would have had the energy but would you have had the maturity for it? Would you have been as patient? Or would you have had pangs of regret or even resentment that you’re saddled with all this knowing that at a younger age you could be gallivanting around without the commitments? I think you’re at the perfect age for all this. And the fact that you’re considered a cougar is quite the compliment. Not many women your age look like cougars—-you’ve still got your groove on, sis-tah! Celebrate it!

      The other thing is, if you’re a cougar, is Rob a manther?

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  2. Isn’t it true what they say that youth is wasted in the young? I must have been very busy back then but at some point it hit me that my joints have started to squeak, I don’t bounce out of bed in the morning everyday, and I have some Sunday afternoons when I just want to “chill.” I never thought about doing that until recently. Our bodies are not what they used to be. Our looks, well, that too is fleeting. But I also look back when Lara was growing up, and we had to toilet train Luke, and Samantha before him, and all the things we went through. I feel my life has been so enriched. I feel wiser and I’m less hung up on a lot of things. I am enjoying Lara’s flow into adulthood. I have very fond memories of this little girl with big beautiful almond shaped eyes looking at me as though I was the center of her world. It’s been great, this roller-coaster ride. I’d do it again and again.

    You have such a great family life and I know you know that this is your greatest wealth. But, it’s okay not to feel great some days. It’s okay to be tired some mornings. We’re all human and we should celebrate our humanity. What movie was that where Achilles said that the Gods are, in reality, jealous of humans because humans don’t live forever nor have eternal youth? This is because human life is infinitely sweeter and more meaningful because we know it will end someday.

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