I’m at the elementary school picking up the E-man, and I see this other mom (I’ve seen her many times before) and I think “she sure looks old to have a kid in first grade.”
(No, I am not politically correct during my inner voice conversations.)
And then, I think “Do people think that I look old to have a first grader?”
Which leads to “Do I look like I am over 40?”
Which immediately is answered by “Nah, I look younger then I really am–I look GOOD for my age!…..Don’t I?”
So then, as I stand in front of the elementary school waiting for my kid to come out, I start looking at the other people waiting for their kids to come out.
“Hmm, he looks like a grandpa. Those two are moms—obviously younger than me. That one is a mom—younger and hotter and thinner than me. That one is a mom. That’s a younger mom, but I look better. Hmm, that one could be mom but could be grandma. If she’s a mom she really needs to rethink those shoes. ”
(I told you, my inner voice has no filter)
And now I am a bit preoccupied with the whole thing. I will say that never once has anyone said to me “NO WAY you CAN’T be 41!!!” Of course, people don’t often ask how old I am either. Which makes me want to go around and ask people “How old do you think I am?” but then do you really get an accurate picture of how old you look. I mean, won’t most people say that you look younger then they really think you look. Of course, if everyone tells me I look about 45 then I know I look a whole lot worse then I think I do.
Now, that I’ve thought all that out, maybe I should just leave well enough alone and continue to dwell in my happy world where I look younger then I really am and I look better then at least a couple of the moms in the pick up line. And, I have cuter shoes.
Yeah, I think I’m gonna stick with that—-way less depressing then reality.