Wait, I’m How Old?


September 6th, 2013 10:07 PM -05

I’ve had an issue remembering how old I am… for the past 3 years.

I will confess to using a calculator when unsure of my age.   While my younger self would’ve told me to invest in some Ginko and do more NY Times Crosswords, I’m discovering it’s a common occurrence among my Gen X comrades.   Some of us even make the mistake of thinking we’re older than we are.  Maybe it’s because we have nearly four decades of random crap floating around our brains.  Or, perhaps there’s a 40’s forcefield shielding us from experiencing the same dread surrounding turning 30.  Either way, aging isn’t a bowl of Cherry Garcia, but it’s not so traumatic or stigmatizing as it once was.

Turning 37 is not so heinous as my 27 year old self thought it would be.

Now for my birthday reckoning.  It’s time to see how I did with those birthday resolutions from last year:

  • Be okay with being thirty-sss…sssiii…sssix. Actually, I’m okay with it only because I can’t really wrap my head around being closer to 40 than 30.   Check!
  • Get back to allergen diet weight.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA  Uhhh, I mean “completion pending…”
  • Date my hubs. We went to dinner for our wedding anniversary but that’s about it.   Ergo, BIG FAIL.  I have a friend getting a babysitter so that she and the hubs can have a weekly date night.  I really like that idea.
  • Proof read closer before posting.  (Can I get an “Amen” from my regular readers)    I’ll give myself a B Minuss  😉
  • Learn how to make at least one of the following dishes well:  ropa vieja, chicken tikka masala, spaghetti bolognese or paella.  I did not master any of those, but I now make a mean Chicken Fried Steak, Cajun Chicken Fettucine, French Dip, Pot Roast and Fried Rice.  I’ve even dabbled in cooking fish!   Thanks, Pinterest, Ree Drummond and The Fresh 20! Or “screw you” as my enlarged butt should say.
  • Clean out junk rooms and have shutters installed.   WAHOO!  Shutters installed.  As for the junk rooms, they are not empty, but we’re so close to having everything either stored or prepped for our October garage sale that I consider this one at 80% completion.
  • Purge my wardrobe of clothes and accessories that I do not, should not or rarely wear.   Yes and no.  I got rid of a lot of crap thanks to our pre-garage sale purge last Fall.  But then I got chunky and bought clothes of which I am not overly fond.  Damn you, fat jeans and boxy knit shirts!  Organizational win/fashion fail.
  • Keep my car clean. Sorry, Felix!  I’m working on it…
  • Socialize with more toddy moms.  Yes!  Between neighbors, art class and music class, I’ve managed to meet other moms. That’s been beyond reassuring.  Now, I find other moms of younger kids asking me the same worry-laden questions I did when kiddo and I started socializing.  Surreal!

Now for the hard part…  My 37th Year Resolutions:

  • Unresolved resolutions?   DO OVER!
  • Write at least one blog entry per week
  • F.T.S. so that Emme can one day have a sibling to torture and boss around share in her joy  (kow)
  • Finish the master bedroom makeover
  • Transition the kiddo to her toddler room
  • Commit to hiring a babysitter
  • Regardless of stress levels, avoid nail biting (aka “cannibalism” as one friend calls it)
  • Avoid drowning my next iPhone in the tub, toilet and any liquid-containing vessel

Wish me luck.  I’ll need it.

That, and a big kick to my ass with my own heel.

2 Responses to “Wait, I’m How Old?”

  1. Allie says:

    my entire 34th year i thought i was 32 – not one year off, but two. i am a rockstar.

  2. tara says:

    Ahhh – heaven! That must’ve been a great year!

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