Yes, I'm old, among other things.



Friday night I was at the grocery store at 8:30pm.  I went to the restroom where I was confronted by <insert ominous music here> my age.

Yes, there at the mirror was a 20- (or 30-) something.  She had her hair intricately piled on top of her head.  She was wearing those fancy/trendy/idiotic shoes that make your legs/feet look like horse hooves (similar to these but black and suede/furry.)  She was re-applying make-up to her already well made-up face.  She was ready for a night on the town with equally fabulous looking companions. 

I, on the other hand, had just come from family night at church.  I discovered I had gotten food on my crotch.  Not to worry, my oversize, long-sleeved Halloween shirt that screamed, "I am a mom and I don't care what I look like!" covered it right up.  I was there with my younger child to actually buy food.  Yes, grocery shopping on a Friday night.  My hair? I combed it that morning, I'm sure.  Make-up? Please see the 1990's.  I think that's the last time I used any.

Yes, I'm old.  And frumpy.  And boring.  But you know what? I don't want to trade with the fabulous bathroom girl.  I enjoyed those years but I'm also glad they are behind me.  That night I had a lovely little 8 year old girl who had a great time being at the store alone with her mommy.  That is where I am in life right now and it's a good place to be. 




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3 comments:

  • April | October 14, 2012 at 8:49 PM

    This is actually a truly ugly boot. In any color.

  • Shawn Walter | October 14, 2012 at 10:49 PM

    I know! They seriously do remind me of a horse's hoof. Or maybe they are going for a faun, only they would need a split hoof for that, right?

  • Anonymous | October 15, 2012 at 4:57 AM

    You are right; this stage IS good. I would not even be tempted to trade with that 20 something. I remember 20s feeling rather empty and insecure compared to grocery shopping accompanied by a single child who was glad to be there.
    JMO,
    Cyndy

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