Still with an 11 year old daughter I figure I can only get away with being 34 until she is about 15 before I start getting asked tricky questions. That is unless my daughter is prepared to lower her age as well.
Even if my daughter is complicit in my plans there are a number of tell-tale signs starting to show that will foil them. I call these the REAL signs of ageing.
First, I've bought my first moisturiser with the name "Riche" in the title. Nothing so tell-tale as a woman who needs a little extra hydration on her skin during the day.
Second, while reading the other night I noticed that I've started holding my book a little further away than usual. When did that happen? A girl can't pretend to be 34 while holding her book a metre away from her face.
Third, I recently spent an evening tut tutting about the content of the music videos the young are watching these days.
Fourth, I've started considering 9.30pm a late bedtime. Seriously. I've been putting it down to exhaustion at work but I think it's really a sign of getting old. Not only do I feel like going to bed at 9.30pm, I look forward to it all evening. Soon I'll be going to bed before the kids. Maybe I could get them to read me a bedtime story.
So as I pop off to bed at 9.30pm with my Hydrance Optimale Riche moisturiser on and my large print book ready on my bedside table, pausing only to shout "turn down that terrible noise!" to the teenagers next door, I ask myself When did that happen?
Sigh.
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Ah, yes, the ageing thing....
I'm afraid there's only one way to escape it, and those left behind would only scorn us for checking out due to our weakness in not accepting the inevitable...and would have been quite willing to put up with wrinkles, grey hairs, and glasses in their beloveds.
So, if they can suck it up and hang out with us, we can too.
(Says she smugly wearing her new trifocal glasses that are RED with diamantes, and with a date this week for her second hair colour appt within the last fortnight. Oh, and chubby cheeks that hold out the wrinkles).
All the same, I hear ya!
I've been told that watching the ABC is a sign you're getting old too. If that's the case I've been old since .... well longer than I care to remember!
I was quite shocked when I realised that I had bought a shampoo designed for Mature Hair.
Having the children put you to bed???
Don't laugh.... but it happens every now and then in this house. Evan4 loves it.... I get a heat pack at my feel, a peppermint tea by my bed and a huge hug. It's quite nice, actually.
I could have written this.... I now own age-defying moisturizer/make-up.
It is 9:43 p.m. and I feel like I'm up late.
Rob is threatening to inscribe my tombstone with the words: "Turn it DOWN!"
Did you know that Bruce Springsteen is 60? WHAT????
Every unguent I own has the word 'age', 'mature', 'rejuvenant' or 'remedy' on its label somewhere.
Now I'm in one of the categories you have mentioned (the serious one), I'm so very glad of my olive skin ... especially now that I can forget (with a forced) smile the thirty-odd tears of acne.
I had always imagined that as compensation for the nasties, I'd enjoy a brief, shining period with no acne and no wrinkles.
I had that on a Wednesday arvo in July, 1998.
But really, I'm not complaining ...
Funny post! I looked at my neck the other day and realised it has started to crepe which I swear must have happened overnight, it wasn't that bad before. I have this theory that there is a further sign of aging beyond what you are experiencing. At the moment we are all God young people they are so annoying and think they can do anything and just unrealistically idealistic but when you get properly old you start loving young people for those exact qualities.
Recently, as I stood outside an office at the high school waiting for a meeting, I read a wall poster intended for teenagers. One of the things it said was, "Your parents have not always been boring people. They got that way having to pay your bills and clean up after you." As a result of reflection on this I blame your children for any of your aging problems - just as I blame my children for all of mine.
I've decided that another sign of ageing is writing notes to myself to remember things.
it's called life and the alternate is kinda worse :)
nice to be back reading you again - best le
Ageing. Hhmmm....
I can't believe I am 36 and a half and I have just had my 2nd baby. Then I work out how old I'll be when #2 turns 10, turns 21, 30 etc., and it is bloody scary stuff.
When I was young, Dad described all rock music (was there any other kind back then?) as "monkey music".
Junior likes his metal, and I have been known to yell, "Turn that monkey music down!!!"
Gawd, we are turning into our parents.
and don't forget how young those police officers in patrol cars are looking... can they really be old enough to have driver's licences?
And don't get me started on the day in my late thirties (not SO long ago) when I realised the doctor I was seeing was younger than me.
Just wait til your kid goes grey. My poor Mum is slowly coming to terms with that one. She is not grey herself, because by some miracle her black hair turned red in the 80s, and is now a coopery browny colour and occasionally has some blonde highlights. Fortunately my Dad's sisters have given in to their white hair and I am no longer the only white haired lady at family functions (I'm 31).
I still stay up late, but it's only because it's my quiet time to read, write job applications, string two ideas together etc. The days of heading out on the town after 9.30pm seem a rather long time ago. I am going out this Saturday night though. It's my Mum's 60th.
Well I suppose I should say good night then.
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