Tick, tick, tick...
I think the world might be trying to tell me something. On facebook this last week I've been assailed with suggestions that I might like to look at posts featuring activities for Empty Nesters. Has someone told them both my children are away on activity weeks with their school? And if they have been told, why would fb then think it a good idea to follow up that suggestion with a link to a new scary movie; 'It Comes At Night'? Why, fb, why? For all they know, I'm alone in the house this week. And even though I'm not (alone, that is), I am SO not going to click on a link to a movie that will make it even more difficult to get to sleep in a draughty old house on the occasions that I am...
And then, to add insult to injury, when I checked my email this morning there was an ad in the sidebar from Boots, inviting me to 'Stay Dry and Confident' with incontinence pants.
I used to like you, Boots.
The thing is, I don't actually feel my age. Yes, I'm 50. But I feel somewhere in my mid 30's. Having kids a bit later can do that for you, I think. Well, either that, or it will make you feel somewhere around 70 when they roll their eyes with embarrassment as you try unsuccessfully to stay relevant and up-to-date with their latest musical crush - but let's not dwell on those moments. (Is it my fault I didn't react in a suitably outraged manner when Boy #1 confronted me with the news that Justin Bieber essentially stole all the credit for 'Despacito' from Luis Fonsi? Is it? Well, apparently, yes...)
Here's an interesting thought; when I was 13 (as my older child is now) my mother was only 37. And I STILL thought she was out of touch.
Boom.
I think the world might be trying to tell me something. On facebook this last week I've been assailed with suggestions that I might like to look at posts featuring activities for Empty Nesters. Has someone told them both my children are away on activity weeks with their school? And if they have been told, why would fb then think it a good idea to follow up that suggestion with a link to a new scary movie; 'It Comes At Night'? Why, fb, why? For all they know, I'm alone in the house this week. And even though I'm not (alone, that is), I am SO not going to click on a link to a movie that will make it even more difficult to get to sleep in a draughty old house on the occasions that I am...
And then, to add insult to injury, when I checked my email this morning there was an ad in the sidebar from Boots, inviting me to 'Stay Dry and Confident' with incontinence pants.
I used to like you, Boots.
The thing is, I don't actually feel my age. Yes, I'm 50. But I feel somewhere in my mid 30's. Having kids a bit later can do that for you, I think. Well, either that, or it will make you feel somewhere around 70 when they roll their eyes with embarrassment as you try unsuccessfully to stay relevant and up-to-date with their latest musical crush - but let's not dwell on those moments. (Is it my fault I didn't react in a suitably outraged manner when Boy #1 confronted me with the news that Justin Bieber essentially stole all the credit for 'Despacito' from Luis Fonsi? Is it? Well, apparently, yes...)
Here's an interesting thought; when I was 13 (as my older child is now) my mother was only 37. And I STILL thought she was out of touch.
Boom.
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