To chill out last weekend my husband and I decided to watch This Is 40. Can you say ego boost for the marriage? Sure we’ve had our fights, taken and thrown our share of verbal punches, but man, we began to feel like we belong on top of wedding cakes after watching that movie. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated some of the gut-real honesty in the comedy (?) and actually, I’m grateful it made us thankful for what we have.
Instead of continuing down this road of reflection, I thought I’d steer us in another direction today.
The movie did a great job of nailing some universal relationship blunders and comedic episodes. It also got me thinking about a typical day in the Miller abode.
And now you get to laugh at my expense.
A Day in the Life of This 37-year-old
This is 37…
Brush teeth only to squint when I notice the underside of my Olive Oyl upper arm swinging like a hammock
Wince at the unfortunate inbreeding of clothing spreading across my bedroom floor with the tenacity of kudzu
Apply makeup, confused why my eyelashes keep falling out above one eye
Race around to pack three lunches, dress for work, supply dog with food and water, and write five sticky notes—things I’m supposed to remember
Huh, that’s weird, when I put on my jeans the button popped off
Text husband sweet nothings (and sometimes nothing when I forget)
Order book from Amazon for next book club
Shoot an email to parents from daughter’s class (but end up spending over an hour hunting for where I stored their email addys)
Cringe when I bypass the toilet I refuse to clean because we’ll be getting a new one with the upcoming home reno
Clear dishes, pick up stray articles of clothing, wipe down counters (times each by 20 and you get the picture)
Count another “scrape” (as my daughter calls them) on my forehead when I look in the mirror
Listen to a chorus of “That’s not fair” and “She started it”
Pick a weed or two from the thousands infiltrating our flower beds
Drive girls from here to kingdom come (or rather until my butt goes numb)
Ask husband for tenth time this year if I’m 37 or 38. Have him help girls with math homework
Cook dinner and something with the color green in it so I can say I’m feeding the family healthy foods
Write, read, run, paint, or some combo of all four to preserve my sanity
Look for sticky notes I wrote earlier for twenty minutes only to find them stuck to the bottom of the recycle bag, saturated with milk and therefore illegible
Write new sticky notes
Kiss girls goodnight and smell their heads (this is a mom must)
Do something people call sleep but I’m not sure it counts because I wake up at the slightest sound and my kids have active imaginations like their mother (you know, the did I turn everything off? and what will I do if…that parade through my mind at night) so they like to visit for midnight cuddles
My kids aren’t the only ones who like midnight “cuddles.” Take care of him. Love how he takes care of me. (In-laws, pretend you didn’t read that.)
Count my big fat blessings.
Wake up and do some version of the above all over again.
Conclusion: This is exactly where I want to be right now. I love my age. Here's to 37!
Are you at peace with your age?