And
then I was 40…
(nearly 41, but let’s not get too technical, shall we?).
Yes.
It
was brutal. It was abrupt. It is still a shock.
was brutal. It was abrupt. It is still a shock.
I
feel like I blinked and missed the entry to adulthood. Was it when I had my
first kiss? First car? First rental lease? First child? Because, quite frankly,
I feel like I missed the memo. I believe I went to bed one night a youthful 20
something, then fell out of bed the next day a mummy – tipped across the line
on to the wrong side of forty and feeling every damn bit of it!
feel like I blinked and missed the entry to adulthood. Was it when I had my
first kiss? First car? First rental lease? First child? Because, quite frankly,
I feel like I missed the memo. I believe I went to bed one night a youthful 20
something, then fell out of bed the next day a mummy – tipped across the line
on to the wrong side of forty and feeling every damn bit of it!
So;
let’s deconstruct me, shall we…..
let’s deconstruct me, shall we…..
My lustrous locks :
Husband
once told me that’s what first caught his eye (oh… that might be..well..awkward…)…my
long, straight, shiny, smooth, healthy hair. What seems like forever ago, I was
awarded a mock certificate by a bunch of students dubbing me Miss Pantene
Hair…I faked embarrassment at the time, but it totally went straight on the
fridge. Suddenly, it has gone all self-crimping on me (& if you don’t know
what crimping is, you are way too young to be worrying about this). It is wild
and woolly, and suddenly that messy loose up-do that I have perfected for
years, just looks…messy. And the greys? No…enough…I’m not even going
there.
once told me that’s what first caught his eye (oh… that might be..well..awkward…)…my
long, straight, shiny, smooth, healthy hair. What seems like forever ago, I was
awarded a mock certificate by a bunch of students dubbing me Miss Pantene
Hair…I faked embarrassment at the time, but it totally went straight on the
fridge. Suddenly, it has gone all self-crimping on me (& if you don’t know
what crimping is, you are way too young to be worrying about this). It is wild
and woolly, and suddenly that messy loose up-do that I have perfected for
years, just looks…messy. And the greys? No…enough…I’m not even going
there.
The boobies :
(Cut
me some slack on the terminology, OK? I deal with toddlers all day…)
me some slack on the terminology, OK? I deal with toddlers all day…)
My
once fun bags have since drooped into sag bags. Yes Newton, you smug, smarty
pants, the force of the gravitational pull from my boobs to the ground is
steadily getting stronger every day. Breastfeeding and time have left me
saggier (but not ‘skinnier’ mind you), so as they say, anything more than a
handful is a waste, but does ‘quality’ count?
once fun bags have since drooped into sag bags. Yes Newton, you smug, smarty
pants, the force of the gravitational pull from my boobs to the ground is
steadily getting stronger every day. Breastfeeding and time have left me
saggier (but not ‘skinnier’ mind you), so as they say, anything more than a
handful is a waste, but does ‘quality’ count?
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| And…it seems I get my ‘make-up’ tips from La La Loopsy! |
Give me some skin :
Oh
dear. It’s the face, right. Straight where the eyes are drawn to in the mirror.
I was lucky enough to partially inherit my Mother’s beautiful skin, in that
wrinkles are holding off to a point, but the ravages of our Australian sun have
left their mark…literally. No longer can I pretend my gob shite sun splotches
are just like Cindy Crawford’s beauty spot!
dear. It’s the face, right. Straight where the eyes are drawn to in the mirror.
I was lucky enough to partially inherit my Mother’s beautiful skin, in that
wrinkles are holding off to a point, but the ravages of our Australian sun have
left their mark…literally. No longer can I pretend my gob shite sun splotches
are just like Cindy Crawford’s beauty spot!
Aches and pains :
It
is only as you age and things don’t roll in their tracks as smoothly as they
once did, that you truly appreciate good health. For me, it is my lower back.
Some days I fall out of bed like a half open pocket knife. And the fear when I
feel that twinge! Oh woe is bloody me…but until you’ve had back pain, you won’t
really get this.
is only as you age and things don’t roll in their tracks as smoothly as they
once did, that you truly appreciate good health. For me, it is my lower back.
Some days I fall out of bed like a half open pocket knife. And the fear when I
feel that twinge! Oh woe is bloody me…but until you’ve had back pain, you won’t
really get this.
Criss Cross will make you…(Jump! Jump!)
Mmmmmm ; you know you want to …Sing it
loud!!!
loud!!!
Oh
the embarrassment of being asked how I got the bruises on my legs! Super
sensitive, I know, but I have a cluster of varicose veins that streak wildly
across both my legs. Thankfully not too painful as yet, but I do sometimes
dread the arrival of summer and shorts and dresses!!
the embarrassment of being asked how I got the bruises on my legs! Super
sensitive, I know, but I have a cluster of varicose veins that streak wildly
across both my legs. Thankfully not too painful as yet, but I do sometimes
dread the arrival of summer and shorts and dresses!!
Aaaaahhhhhhh…but as I kick back, whittling away in my rocking chair on the porch…life is pretty spesh.
At
the end of the day, I AM only 40.
the end of the day, I AM only 40.
Apart
from vanity and pride, my body is still clicking onwards without any major
ailments and for that I must be grateful. My son believes I am ‘bewdiful’ and
tells me this regularly, and I am blessed that he has learnt to say this by
copying his dad. My daughter is still little enough to think lip gloss is messy
and stupid and prefers my face and bits and bumps just as they are. So if it’s
good enough for the two little people I care for most in this world, then it’s
good enough for me.
from vanity and pride, my body is still clicking onwards without any major
ailments and for that I must be grateful. My son believes I am ‘bewdiful’ and
tells me this regularly, and I am blessed that he has learnt to say this by
copying his dad. My daughter is still little enough to think lip gloss is messy
and stupid and prefers my face and bits and bumps just as they are. So if it’s
good enough for the two little people I care for most in this world, then it’s
good enough for me.
They
say that having kids keeps you young, but if you do happen to see me wandering
about with my skirt tucked up in my knickers, do me a favour and let me know. At
this stage, I need all the help I can get to keep myself presentable.
say that having kids keeps you young, but if you do happen to see me wandering
about with my skirt tucked up in my knickers, do me a favour and let me know. At
this stage, I need all the help I can get to keep myself presentable.
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