It's My Birthday

Today is my 35th birthday. (Okay, so it was really Wednesday. That's what happens when you have 87 kids and a job and a birthday. You don't really get anything done on time.)

I spent some of the morning commute realizing that I feel pretty old. I really don't understand where time has gone.

19 years ago today, PJ gave me a claddagh ring for my sweet 16. I still wear it every day (even though it no longer fits on my ring finger - damn kids made my hands and feet bigger).

14 years ago, I was sitting at midnight on my 21st birthday having my first legal drink at a bar with my college friends. It was awesome.

10 years ago, I was 25 and pregnant with my first child. I was so excited to be starting my family. Who knew how far we'd go with that idea?

Today, I am the mother of five kids ages 9 1/2 -2 1/2. How the heck did that happen?

Those kinds of things make me feel really old. (That and the fact that my mother called me "middle-aged." Just remember, mom, you officially qualify for a senior discount.)

I might be middle-aged, but I don't really feel like a grown-up yet. I'm not really sure when that will ever happen if it hasn't happened yet. I do grown-up type things. I go to work. I pay bills. I put naughty kids in a time out. 

But it's all a farce. Internally, I'm fairly certain I'm still about 20. I love to blast the music in my car and sing like I'm a rock star. I secretly laugh uncontrollably when a toddler says a bad word. I eat chocolate in bed when my kids are asleep while watching Friends reruns. I share the same sense of humor as my 17 year old niece. (Although, she is a little mature for her age. Her mental age may actually be older than mine.) I get the giggles during meetings at work and have to cough loudly to cover up the fact that I'm about to snort. And I adore Far Side comics. 

So, I'm a middle-aged lady with 87 kids and the mental age of a 20 year old. You know what, though? You're only as old as you feel. As long as I don't start trying to dress like a 20 year old, I think it just makes me more fun.

You can't tell me those aren't funny. If you didn't at least chuckle, we can't be friends anymore. Just saying.

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