No make up, wrinkles just hanging out there for the world to see.
I’m getting older. It’s obvious. I can see the little lines around my eyes when I smile or laugh. We celebrated my baby’s 3rd birthday (and my own 3-0 is marked with both frowney and smiley faces on the calendar sooner than I’d like). I’ve owned a dog of my own long enough that she’s now taking arthritis pills with her kibbles. But nothing tells me that more than the way my body feels. In the mornings I can feel just a hint of stiffness in these old joints. I’ve had a nagging pain in my back on and off since O was a a newborn. I’m tired after ambling around in the heat without AC on these lovely German summer days. My knees ache after kneeling in church or when O climbs on them. My face may sometimes hide my age, but this week my body told me just how old I really am. After several days of staying up late and waking up early planning for the greatest pirate birthday party Germany has ever seen, it was very near shutting down on me. Everything just hurt. I was so tired last night I almost felt drunk (before my celebratory piña colada).
I was thankful for the rain today. It gave me a chance to recover after such a fun/festive/feverish week. We stayed inside and just snuggled/rested on the sofa for the most part. But I’m wondering, if you stay in your pajamas all day, do you just go to bed in those same pajamas? I’m thinking it might be less sad if I at least put on a fresh pair…
Just One More Thing 