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
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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?
