Age is just a number right?

      Age. That is such a touchy subject for moms. We also want to seem “hip” and “cool”. Until we find out that hip and cool are not hip and cool to say. On Fleek? Turnt? A1? Dope? Sick? Fire?
*side note* where the hell do they come up with these words?!?!

     Then comes the reality that our bodies aren’t as young as we are thinking. Body aches, popping of joints, and even the dreaded wrinkles! SAY IT AIN’T SOOOOO! Oh sorry I’m back.

     It seems to never fail that the you notice a new grey hair or a new wrinkle, your children choose that time to make a HORRIBLE statement about how old they think you are.

     For example, my 11 year old yesterday asked me “Mom were you alive when Pearl Harbor happened?” Once I finished beating him while crying, I just stared at him for a second. I get that “WHAT?” blank stare where their mouth is slightly open like they don’t understand why I did not jump to the answer. I finally got out of my shock and responded with “Child. My sweet darling, and loving child, let me put time into perspective for you. Your Grandmothers Grandmother, which would make her your Great Great Grandmother, you know MY grandmothers mom, was having her sweet 16 birthday party that day! So NO child, I was NOT alive during Pearl Harbor!”

     When they were younger and made silly unrealistic jokes about my age, like “I bet you were alive with the Dinosaurs”. Like come on kid, that’s not even insulting because its not even possible!!! Sheesh kid come up with better insults..mmmkay?

      So until the next time my little rude offspring insult my age or waistline, I will love them just the same.

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