Well, I’ve got to stop blinking. Maybe then time would slow back down. It’s just getting away from me and I don’t know how else to stop it. I was reading some of the blogs in my feed reader tonight and several of them are bloggers who post frequent photos of their kids. I have thought it before, but it really hit me more tonight than it has before, that…uh…I’ve been reading their blogs for a LONG time. As in, I read their blogs when their kids were born…and their kids are now seven…
I’m really not a stalker…although, technically I could probably be classified as a lurker since I read a lot of blogs without ever commenting on most of them except on rare occasions. “Stalker” just seems like it has malicious intent behind it…and I am anything but that. LOL.
It just made me feel old tonight. That’s all.
I’m starting to feel that way a lot lately. Munchkin is eight this month. EIGHT. Only 10 years to go. LOL. I get this feeling that I’m going to either lose my hair or go grey before then.
K-man loves to tell me, “Mom, you’re almost 30, and after 30, you’ll be 31, then 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37—“
That’s when I cut him off. Okay, son, I get the picture. I’m getting old really fast. Something about kids has that effect on a person.
*sigh*
Must go now…I’m of the age now where it’s not optional to get my beauty sleep anymore, it’s a MUST…and it seems I always wake up before the magic moment when the beauty happens.
It’s another sign, I guess.
Oh, so you're an old stalker now. Gotcha ;) But I know what you mean about feeling old. We're not by the way. My son is 10. Like, a decade old. Heck, it doesn't seem all that far long ago that we were playing in Great Grandmother Russell's yard as kids. Funny how things change. Just roll with it ;)
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