The turns life takes as we grow older
By Jessica | October 13, 2012
Recently I had a birthday and I have noticed that over the years I have lost that youthful vigor. I used to be able to stay awake to all hours of the night but here recently I have not had the energy to stay awake past 9. Im even hiding in my room at night so i can lay down and relax. While the hubby watches TV I go lay down in the bed and generally am asleep by the time he arrives. Which has put a damper on our relationship because I am always alseep and in the mornings there is no time with getting everyone ready for school and work. “Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you”…..Alanis Morrisette, There are no truer words than that. IT sneaks up and takes you by surprise. My Friend A is going to a party for women tonight, she had to dress in a sexy halloas I have grown inot my old age of 34 I have decided that its just not for me to be dressed like a hooker or a dirty school girl… Im embarrassed about the roll on my stomach that comes from having four babies and I’m embarrassed about the fact that I feel to damn old to be dressing up to look sexy. Why do I feel this way? I dont know, When I was younger say early twenties I would have jumped at the chance to dress up like a sexy teacher and write everybody a ticket with “you’ve been a baad boy, now meet me in my room”. But as I have gotten older it seems less and less like an appropriate thing to do for my age. Sure I’m still young I’m only 34 for god sake but why do i feel like I’m 50? Maybe because I have always felt older than what I am and looked younger than what I am? Or maybe its just that im getting old early. My hubby would say that i’m ancient but really he just picks on me since im six years older. MAybe that has something to do with it? I don’t know. I just know that im regretting being such a stick in the mud when i could be enjoying my night with one of my bff’s and having a blast while getting some new inspiration for the bedroom. Oh, well can’t sit around and cry over spilled milk.
