Today marks 30 days to go until I turn 30. Bye-bye twenties. You were tough, but you also rocked considerably. Here are some things you taught me.
- Three children by age 22 generally earns you a few stares. Stare back - it really freaks people out!
- It's entirely possible to survive three children - who are not triplets - in nappies (diapers) at the same time.
- Your twenties are for taking leaps, before practicality, reason and logic win out over youthful impulsiveness.
- Autism? I've got you licked. So there.
- It eventually becomes less strange to be constantly ten years younger than your kids' friends' parents.
- Twenty is all about you. Thirty is all about them. Or Him, as the case may be.
- Your body is changing. Best accept it as fact and move on.
- It's a pretty impressive set of circumstances to be pumping milk on your 21st birthday. I mean, that's a gem of an anecdote to pull out at Junior's own 21st right there, surely!
- Life doesn't end when the night-clubbing does.
- Extra-support underwear begins to overtake the 'frillies' in your delicates drawer. What you used to spend on a matching set now goes toward a multipack of whatever best holds the folds in and about three pounds of ibuprofen to recover from the experience.
- I now understand why my mother preferred knitting to leaving the house.
- Lines begin to show on your face.
- Numbers begin to increase on your clothes tags.
- Marriage is awesome. Keep doing it.
- Death sucks.
- Teenagers begin to bother you, because they simultaneously remind you of the crazy stuff you got up to when you were their age AND scare you witless when you think about your own kids not being that far off from the evils of peer pressure.
- Teenage boys begin to seem more devious the closer your baby girl gets to puberty.
- Elastic pants don't seem so crazy after all.
- "Mortgage" is grown-up-speak for "no more new boots for you!"
- Think of all the money you saved by not drinking your twenties away.
- Marrying young means thinking about all the meaningful, uh, 'intimacy' that wasn't wasted on people who didn't deserve it.
- Three months after turning thirty, I'll have dipped my toe into FIVE different decades (ten points to anyone who can tell me how :P)
- There's more to life than holding grudges.
Goodnight all :)
5 comments:
also: i can certainly tell you how, but i dont need any points. chocolate however.....
5 decades? oh wait. yes. haha!
LOL Sarah. And chocolate I have!
5 decades? Haven't got a clue.
River - I was born in Oct 1979 (so that's the 70s), plus of course the 80s, 90s and 00s, and three months after I turn 30 it will be 2010 and officially the, uh....what are we calling the 10s again?
See? A smidge over 30 and I'll have experienced FIVE decades.
I know...sad!
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