I'm Getting Older...
How do I know this? Because I get excited over things that in my younger days I would have avoided like the plague. For example, today, we got our new washing machine. It's a fantastic washing machine, in my opinion, and I haven't even finished my first load of laundry yet. We bought it Monday, but because of the holiday and all, we couldn't pick it up until today. Let me tell you something strange... I could not sleep last night because I was so excited about getting a new washing machine. This would never have happened when I was, say, 20. At that age, a new washing machine would not have impressed me. Now that I have a husband and two kids, I am VERY impressed. Everyone I've talked to in the last few days has had to listen to me go on about the details as if I were talking about expecting another child. I may be a little on the nutty side, but even I know that's not normal. I'm going to have to stop myself before I start carrying pictures of it in my purse. I've been telling people all about our new blender, too. When did this happen? When did I stop caring about things like the latest movies, concerts, or clothes and start caring about appliances?
Another sign that I'm aging is the mail I get. A mailbox once full of Cosmo, Vogue, and Alloy catalogues has now given over to one stocked with Better Homes and Gardens, Parents Magazine, portrait studio coupons, and life insurance offers. I actually OPEN the Val-Pak envelope now instead of just tossing it into the trash. I find myself comparing deals on dry cleaning and wondering for the millionth time if those home dry cleaning kits really work or if I'll just damage my clothes beyond even professional help. And bills. Oh, yes. Let's not forget those. Somehow, whenever I'm having a bad day, it seems like all we get in the mail that day are bills and the local realty ad. ( Um, hello? We live in subsidized housing. Do you honestly think we can afford a house right now? )
I've also had to sort through my clothes and admit to myself that some of them have to be retired ( AKA: Goodwill ) because I am a MOM now and have to set an example for my children. The clothes I used to wear when I was a cocktail waitress in a nightclub are no longer appropriate. For some reason I kept holding onto them. I don't know why. It's not like I would actually WEAR them, but for some reason I wasn't ready to let go of them. I've finally gotten rid of them. Well...Almost. They're in a box waiting for someone to come pick them up. They'll be gone soon. Is this similar to what men call a "mid-life crisis"? I know I'm not middle-aged yet, but women DO mature faster than men. LOL. Whatever it is, I've finally come to terms with the fact that mini skirts and tube tops are just not for me anymore. Besides, if I can't stand the sight of my butt in a mini skirt, should anyone else have to? I do, however, like to flaunt my boobs on occasion. It's really impossible not to when you've been small breasted all your life and suddenly you have boobs that are two cup sizes bigger than you've ever worn. Thank goodness for breastfeeding. It's a shame they'll "deflate" once I stop nursing Perrin. I've seriously considered continuing to use the breast pump even after he's weaned. I could donate the milk to the local human milk bank. Help other people's babies. I'll tell you for SURE what I'm NOT going to do... Sell my milk on eBay. I don't know who's crazier, the people buying it or the people selling it.
At least I have a hot FedEx guy to install all my new appliances. I kind of enjoy watching Heath work in his uniform. He complains about all the climbing in and out of trucks he does at work, but let me tell you, it's paying off. That man has got a LOT of muscle. Sometimes, I pretend I can't open/reach stuff just so I can watch his muscles work while he does it for me. Heehee. And he likes it.
If I don't write for awhile, it's because I'm busy making margeritas in my new wave-action ( i.e. no stirring and chunk-free ) blender and washing all the clothes/bedding/towels in the house just because I want to play with my new washing machine.
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