How do you know your old?

That question keeps popping up. Especially as my "younger" friends shriek that they are {{gasp}} 25 or {{double swallow}} turning 30 and they didn't know how they were going to go on.....

hmmmm......

What does that say about me?

As I start to stare 40 in the face...my face.

I still remember (can you even imagine that I can remember that far back?) when I was 19 or 20 in a singles ward, and couldn't even grasp the concept of being 30, married or unmarried. I was horrified! Seriously! How hysterically funny is that...well maybe more to me then you.

But here I am...waiting for someone to tell me that I am an adult. I am an adult, aren't I?

Let's count the ways...

There is a mortgage,car and life insurance payments, doctor and dentist and ortho appointments (at least once a week), there are parent teacher...principal meetings and sometimes meetings with other parents because our children didn't play well together.

There is grocery shopping and meals to prepare, places to go....and kids to drop off...which leads me to concrete proof that I am an adult...

you would think...

I have SEVEN kids..seven.....I still laugh, smile, giggle and sigh that I have SEVEN LITTLE bloomerbuttons....that should say it all..

because after all they can take full credit for the wide(r) hips, saggy boobs (that I can now flip over my shoulder [that's a joke, ya'll.....maybe}, stretch marks....thx twins...you outdid yourselves!


The little punks that officially finished of my stomach muscles!

...a jiggly bum...and what does Mack call it...or yeah...a mommy muffin (but we are not going to talk about that! If I pretend it isn't there...maybe it will just go away)

there are achy knees and a back that is out of whack, varicose veins.....age spots and moles (TMI?)that needed to be burned off.....gray hair....

that likes to stick straight up (I can't have gray hair...I have 9 month old twins.....well that's what I tell myself..my hair doesn't listen!)



and now...glasses...I have always needed to wear them but don't...often I live in denial ...it can be a good place to live...da Nile...green, lush and tropical...but I am getting off subject...

My ophthalmologist told me that I have the eyes of a 50 year old......nice....wonderful

so I am looking at (39)40 through fifty year old eyes....

Will that make me wiser? Let's hope so...

Better looking? Maybe they will hide the age spots, or burn spot, rather...

Richer?........hahahahhahhahahahahahaha............

Will it help me help the kids with their new math styles? Let's pray!

But for now I will just tell myself that really I have three years before I start my fourth decade....so there is still time for me to grow up.....

maybe when my hair is actually done..I will post pictures...but until then just picture Andy McDowell..oh wait..some of you may be too young to remember her....

{{sigh}}