I realized just how old Cooper believes 40 is after this lovely conversation:
Coop: So and so [he named some random NBA player but I have no clue who it was] is still playing at his age?
Me: How old is he?
Coop: He's like 42!
Well dig that man a grave and shove his other foot in since he apparently already has one foot in as he lays on his deathbed of old age! 42 is old? I suppose when you are 14 then the answer is a yes, 42 is old. [That does not mean I need to be reminded, constantly.]
Pinterest and Twitter and the news [media in general] is not doing me any favors either. I should become a recluse. Every time I look, there's a fabulous looking 50 year old woman, a stunning mother of 4 that runs marathons, or one of those stay at home mom types that does the spa and the Y while the little tykes go to mother's morning out. I look and feel like an overweight, mother of 4, with dyed hair to cover the gray, who apparently raided her grandmother's closet and sense of fashion. Are these people I see, who seem to have it all together with looks, fashion, and health real people, with real families, and real jobs and real responsibilities? I get to school and by 8:05am [which is sometimes when I actually get to school] and I am looking like I've worked 24 hours already. What is the secret because I am willing to knock off a bank to pay for it right about now. [Seriously. That was not a joke.]
I had big plans for myself at this point and looking like a tired old hag was not on that list. [You know that is funny so go ahead and laugh as you shake your head in agreement.] I had to see the doctor today about my shoulder. It has been aching for months and months. I wish I could say it was from all the weights I lifted or that spin class accident or too much swimming but I am sure diving for the Doritoes or too much lifting of the ice cream is probably more fitting for me. I am hoping for something that is easy to fix and I can start sleeping at night without shooting pain in my shoulder and arm. The verdict? Arthritis and bursitis. I am sorry, but when you start getting diagnosed with ailments that end with -itis then you've hit old age. When the remedy is a shot of cortisone then you've sealed the deal. And to top it all off [yes, there is more] my blood pressure is up. [I will now be recieving my mail at the local retirement village and buying all of my polyester at the new Hamrick's in Gastonia.]
So there you have it folks. You've waited almost a month for this sloppy pity party and self loathing. It will all be OK [as soon as I hit the lottery to pay for that complete makeover I need or find that fountain of youth Captain Jack stumbled upon] and I am the only one that can change all of this for me [well, the health part but I will continue to be poor and poorly dressed ~ it's in the title: 2 teachers rasising 4 kids on a little money and a lot of faith ~ pay attention!]. On a serious note [who needs to be serious?], I do need to watch the blood pressure and get myself back in shape. [OK. I heard you. No need to beat me over the head with it old. I got it. I will have to fight you myself.]
One of my favorite songs, by Sick Puppies [maybe my choice of music is the root of my issues] is titled, "You're Going Down" and a line in it says, "Cause I was never the one going down, you're the one going down." That's what I say to being 40 and feeling old - One of us is going down and it's NOT going to be me. I will keep you posted. [I know some of you are saying, "Liar. You've said this before." It's not nice to call people names.] I realized how easily this amazing life could all be taken away from me by not taking care of myself. I have too many precious people in my life that need me. So, stay tuned. [A few words of encouragement wouldn't hurt my feelings either.]
The Shorties are all doing very well :) Softball season is going well for my favorite coach and my sweet Molly. We are already talking about college and have visited one [private colleges are way down the list after the financial meeting] with a few more visits in the next couple of weeks. Can it already be time to talk about college? Say it ain't so! Word of advice for those of you with little ones - once you go to middle school life hits fast forward and it's hard to make it stop. CHERISH EVERY MINUTE! Trust me on that one.
Cooper is finishing up his last quarter as a middle schooler. Scary thought that he'll be driving by Christmas. Yes. The boy is still a nut. He was mortified that I, as his mother, did not know there is apparently a rather distinct division between DC Comics superheroes and Marvel Comics superheroes. [I guess I get my my cool mom of forever card revoked.] These two groups of superheroes do not fraternize. There are no DC/Marvel sleepovers. They do not dine together. [Are they real or did I miss something? Better question: Do I really care? No fits both of those questions.] Cooper and I are decorating a table for the parade of tables fundraiser at our church with the theme of "Jesus is my Superhero." I don't profess to know much but I do know Batman, Robin, or the Green Lantern will not be in attendance.
Emma continues to be my sweet hip baby. She has planned a summer trip to the Cabbage Patch Hospital in Georgia for us this summer. I can hardly wait! She is beginning piano lessons tomorrow afternoon. She is super excited. She is going to be the artsy fartsy of the brood. I will finally have someone that will enjoy show tunes and Broadway musicals. [I took Molly to see Wicked and she loved it. However, she was a little caught off guard that they sang so much at the beginning. Bless. Love her but that is something that comes from her daddy. I took him to see Rent. One act in to it he leans over and says, "Are they going to sing the entire time 'cause I can't understand anything!" I am guessing the term "musical" is secretly kept from some folks.] Love that sweet baby girl. I can hardly wait to hear her tickle the ivories with one of those big flowers in her hair!!
Then there is Gabe. He continues to be the most stubborn, hard headed youngin' in the history of planet Earth. Tonight he took his shoe off and placed it right where everyone puts their shoes - on the kitchen counter. He couldn't understand why I would yell at him to move it off the counter. He and Emma are in the fun run on Saturday. He told me tonight that he better start training for that tomorrow. I could only laugh but loved his logic. His teacher puts them on a Kindergarten list or a 1st grade list based on their behavior everyday - he waffles between the two list and he is fine knowing this information. "Ah, well sometimes I feel like acting like I am ready for first grade and sometimes I don't feel like it." What can you say?
I do have some prayer requests and I've made a spot for these requests in the pages section. Please join me in prayer for these people and situations.
As always, even after turning 40, life as a Short is just awesome:)
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