Tuesday, August 31, 2010

time marching on


My ottoman, soon to be recovered, no one will admit to making the big hole/tear
the chair it actually goes with, I love this chair, I am very sad the plaid is leaving, don't even tell me it is out of style, I don't care, I love it anyway
the new fabric (see the giant roll), the chair guy is coming tomorrow to pick them up to be recovered, I might just have to sit in my beloved plaid beauty and read the paper and drink tea, one last time...

Signs all around you that indicate you are getting older:

You have to get the chair and ottoman that you bought as a newlywed that totally matched your yellow Pottery Barn couch recovered because someone poked holes in it and made big giant rips in it.

Your beautiful yellow Pottery Barn couch has been retired to another room and you replaced it with a boring, brown one that "won't show dirt as well."

While waiting in your van at the drive through, you hear two teenage girls talking about how they are soooo not getting a van when they have kids, they are going to be "cool moms." (yeah, girls, I'll talk to you in about 15 years or so, hmm)

Vericose veins are not just some strange, completely foreign thing you read about in magazines anymore.

You don't know the name of every singer/band that is being played on the radio.

You start questioning whether or not that driver in the car next to you is even old enough to drive!

People start calling you, "ma'am."

You never get to sleep past 6:30 AM, and you don't sleep that well at night either, someone is always interrupting your beauty rest.

When you watch shows like "Jersey Shore" or "The Real World" you no longer want to be on those shows, you start to wonder if their mothers approve of what those kids are doing?!

A night out with friends consists of dinner at Panera bread, even though they close at 9, and you are in bed by 10:30 (isn't that when we used to just be going out?).

McDonalds is really yucky to you and smelling it will almost make you gag.

After catching up on last season's "Secret Life of the American Teenager" you are scared to death for your own children to be teens and home schooling is starting to look like a really good option.

These are just some things I am thinking about. I am definitely not feeling like "woe is me, I am so old." Just noticing how things shift and change...




5 comments:

Erin from Skoots and Cuddles said...

I'm right there with you... your entire list :)

Jen said...

Cracking me up...agree on so many accounts.
Panera Bread...perfect!

Jill said...

LOL This made me smile, I can relate to several things on your list, yet I feel that being 36 is NOT old. But some days I sure feel like it is. LOL Hope you have a wonderful week!
Glad to know I'm not the only one seeing those crazy big spiders! LOL
Blessings,
Jill

Jill said...

Thanks for stopping by and wishing Hayley luck today. :-) If you were my neighbor you'd be most welcome to come and share the goodies! LOL Then it would be less I would be "forced" to eat. LOL Actually Hayley was just asking me, "Mom, how come Daddy gets all the goodies and we don't?" Hmmm better for our waistlines I wanted to say! But actually she doesn't know I saved her cookies as a surprise for when she gets home from school. :-) Hope you're having a great day!
Blessings,
Jill

Sarah said...

I can't wait to see the end result! The fabric looks lovely. Would you stop being so darn clean...now I have to go investigate the sludge in my garbage can :) The day you took down all your wood blinds to clean them was bad enough on my cleaning schedule :) love ya Jen! You inspire me in all sorts of ways and my house(and husband) thank you!!

ps-love your tag, I need to get to work on some of my own.