Like I am so overwhelmingly 40 that someone could write a book about 40 based upon my life.
I bloat—and automatically 3 people ask if I’m pregnant.
I say—“No. I am not pregnant. Just 40.”
One kind man looked confused and said, “Thirty?”
And I said, “No, 40…And I am not having any more (bold and underline this, please) children.”
He went on to tell me I still have time for one more…
I went on to tell him a thing or two…(Okay—nice things 😉 ).
I have two small kids and a 10 year old. The ten year old is an angel because she can shower and brush her teeth all alone.
The others—it’s like, “What’s that? You need to go on the toilet AGAIN???? Aren’t you still in diapers??????????” And then I remember that he is officially 4. So I follow him into the toilet and wipe his little bum after he goes number 2.
The last is like “NOOOOOOO!!!!!! I do it!” And if you enter her presence without her permission, she is like “THIS IS MY ROOM!!!!!!” And if she was not so RIDICULOUSLY the cutest thing walking this earth, it would just not be so cute (smile smile wink wink) Okay, okay…It’s pretty typical 2 and cute.
And then there are those that days that my little son brings me cookies and I ask, “Did you eat lunch?” And he’s like “No, my tummy is not hungry for food.” So I open his cookies and send him on his way just so that I can have a spare moment alone to eat my own cookies.
Friends…I am SOOOOO 40! Beyond, totally 40.
And while I mostly handle it fine—I realize that the babcia in me is starting to sneak out (grandma for those that don’t know what babcia means)…And then I realize that these are not my grandkids but my kid-kids. I am suppose to be MONITORING their sugar intake —NOT increasing it 😉
Oh me oh my oh my oh me!!!!!
I am Brooke. And I.AM.FORTY.
Can I take a nap, please?????