Ya know, I have not been angel in my life. I have enjoyed my life to the fullest whenever I have had the opportunity. I’m beginning to think all that enjoyment has left some permanent damage on my brain synapses, cause they were definitely not all firing yesterday morning.
I woke up at my usual time and went to gym with minimal problems. I returned from the gym a little more sweaty, a little more weak then how I had arrived but I didn’t notice any distorted brain function at that point. My shower even went well and I shaved my legs with nary a scratch. I was able to dress my daughter for the day (including pee on the potty! WOOT!) and we were off. Now, it is within the 3 minutes from my driveway to interstate that I completely lost my mind.
I needed to drop the Princess at daycare. I totally knew that when I locked her into her car seat. I knew that when I turned at the light onto the access road. But for some reason, I got onto the interstate heading in the wrong direction, towards my school as opposed to her daycare, which is in the opposite direction. And I didn’t even notice. for. fifteen. minutes. I totally blanked on the fact she was even in the car. Suddenly, I was jerked out of my trance by Josie, calmly asking for her Lamby. I had completely forgotten she needed to go to daycare. For FIFTEEN MINUTES, people. Not a few blocks or just down the road, I was half way to work before I realized. Woh.
As a result, I am suddenly smacked across the face with my lengthening age, and I know this sounds ridiculous as I am only 28 and people in their 30’s are thinking, what-ever!, but seriously… I’m seeing the effects. I lamented to my poor husband (2 yrs my senior) for several minutes last night.
My gray hair is freakishly gray (though it always has been for my age); my boobs, my pride and joy, are noticeably southward of their locations during Mardi Gras 2002. I have memory lapses (as evidenced above) and I have taken up gardening. Serious gardening. I have lost the ability to have a completly lazy day where I lay on the couch reading and watching bad TV with no guilt or concern for what needs to be done around the house. (I really miss that…) A fun Friday night often involves two or more children under the age of 5, as opposed to a fun Friday night ending at about 5 am. I take days off from work to catch up on spring cleaning and for doctor’s appointments instead of to tube down the river or to hit 18 holes with a good friend and a 6-pack. Anyone who knew me in high school or college can attest to the fact that I am way more mentally & emotionally stable now. WAY more. I rarely ever throw anything in a fit of passionate rage.
When did I lose my edge? How can I get it back?
More importantly, what would I have to sacrifice in order to get it back?
I’m thinking maybe a new hair cut will do it….
Whaddya think?
