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Signs I’m Getting Old(er)

Lately I have been feeling older. I guess 35 isn’t old, but it isn’t young – is it middle age? I’m not sure, but here are a few signs that I am getting older: 

  • I caught myself tutting and rolling my eyes when I saw a local high school girl’s (field) hockey team doing their practice session, mid-afternoon with a huge speaker blasting rave music (do they still call it that? maybe it was dance, I don’t know … ) across the field, and none of the girls had matching kit! “In my day” everyone went to practice in their school uniform kit, and there was not a speaker blasting music. After I thought about it a bit I realised, there really is no harm in the music, maybe it makes the girls enjoy themselves more, and so what if they don’t all have the same kit, the kit they were wearing was respectable, practical and fun. When did I become such a fuddy-duddy?
  • I recently bought a pair of 3/4 length jeans that had rips in them. NOT great big holes over each thigh and bum cheek, just a few cheese grater scrapes and maybe one little slit. After wearing them a few times, I am now so tired of a number of the people we socialize with (who are mostly already older than me by at least 5-10 years) asking things like: “Why are you wearing ripped jeans? Can’t you afford to get a decent pair of jeans?” – said in jest, but a few too many times now. I think I must just get rid of them. I can’t be bothered defending a ‘fashion’ that I don’t totally buy into, when in fact I only bought them because they fit me nicely around my bum!
  • Kristin McCarthy wrote a post on her blog ‘Four Princesses and the Cheese’ called “Popular Songs That Can Just Die Now” which I LOVED! I really don’t even want to hear the lyrics of MOST songs in the charts anymore. I actually cringe when my kids sing along because what they are saying is disgusting and totally inappropriate! What happened Taylor – does nice not sell as much as dirty? Obviously not. Thank goodness the girls have no idea what they’re saying half the time and don’t always hear the right thing either, or else I’d be getting some questionable looks off people when they sing “I’m in love with the shape of you, your push and pull like a magnet too … ” – Thanks Ed.
  • There are other obvious physical signs too: never mind the aching joints, inability to get up off the floor gracefully, but the tiny little frown line my wedding make-up artist covered up with a little powder on our wedding day is now uncover-able! I really don’t want to point fingers at my husband or the kids … but the crater speaks for itself!

On the plus side:

  • My ability to spot bullsh*t a mile away is quite good these days. I’m not such an impressionable, gullible, trusting little princess anymore.
  • I tend to get very annoyed lately, mostly when people dismiss me or underestimate my intelligence. That usually happens when someone sees me as some dumb baby-brained Stay-at-home House-wife with no career of my own. I enjoy making sure they don’t do it again (especially small town lawyers and medical insurance brokers – just saying), whereas ten years ago I may have let them persuade me that I am an unworthy silly woman. I think my husband enjoys that too. lol
  • I guess the best sign of getting older is that finally, at the age of 35, I just don’t care what other people think of me. I don’t care if they judge my looks, my hair, my life, my car, or more fundamentally important issues like my political opinions, my kids, my life choices, my decisions, or my lifestyle. None of it.

I’m turning 36 this year. I’m still young, with a lot of miles still to travel, lots of lessons still to learn, but with age has come a certain amount of self-confidence that I Love!


This post is linked up to the following linkys: 

Diary of an imperfect mum
One Messy Mama
3 Little Buttons
Two Tiny Hands
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43 thoughts on “Signs I’m Getting Old(er)”

  1. Oh dear ripped jeans!! Totally trash them! I’d like to say mine are ripped cos I’m trendy but no they are just old and I’m constantly crawling in the floor chasing a kid! We’re the same age… totes not old 😂

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    1. The horror! 😂
      I don’t feel very old but I think that I ‘think’ old.
      Not sure that’s any better! 😂

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  2. Hahah on the ripped jeans, I agree when I hang out with my “older” friends they can’t understand why I am wearing black jeans with a little hole cut on the knees, they think it looks like a white egg is popping out of my jeans haha. I gave up wearing them. This post really made me laugh thank you for sharing with #StayClassyMama!

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  3. I’m 37 and definitely agree with not caring about what other people think as you get older. Personally I feel my body getting older and feel like I need to look after it a bit more to match up with how old I feel in my head (about 25 😉 ) #globalblogging

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  4. I’m 30 but I still think it’s 27 😀 but anyway I don;t feel old but when my sister was in my age (7 years difference) I was telling her that she is:D thanks for sharing with #GlobalBlogging

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  5. It’s definitely an upside of getting older when we stop caring so much what people think. At 26 I have more confidence than I’ve ever had and I love it! Thanks so much for sharing with #Blogstravaganza, hope to see you again next week xx

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  6. 35 is young. When I turn 35, my daughter will be 17 then. I guess it’s a “tita feeling”, it’s a term we use in our country when someone feels “old” or mature. I feel this, too. I don’t like any teenage love teams and instead of going out, I’d rather stay at home because I don’t like the noise outside 🙂

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  7. Haha! So true! I think the pros outweigh the cons, for whatever that’s worth. I’m still down with the ripped jeans and am a secret rapper when I’m in the car. So I think I’m hanging in there. But my back is killing me and I might ask my husband to rub Bengay on it. It’s a fine line I’m walking. LOL

    #StayClassyMama

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    1. Haha, I phoned the local school in a rage to complain about how their pupils have no sense of their own mortality when crossing the road!
      Old age!

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  8. Love this! Made me laugh, recognizing some of those signs in myself too. I’ve rolled my eyes at teenagers a few too many times recently. 😁 And I also love how you ended it, because it’s so true – creaky knees may not be awesome, but not caring anymore about all the stuff that really doesn’t matter is definitely a plus!

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  9. I will be turning 40 😯 this year and I feel like as the older I get the less patience and acceptance I have for stupid people…lol I don’t mean the ones who aren’t book smart, I mean the ones who don’t have an ounce of common sense or respect for others. Hey, forget about those who frown upon your fashion choices, if it looks nice and feels comfortable than that’s all that matters…maybe they are jealous and want to live vicariously through you!

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