Age before... what, I forget....

I have decided this week that I am old. So, on a more lighter note than politics, here are my thoughts.

You know you are old when:

~Your newest hobby is quilting (sorry, Carrie – I know you started WAY before you were my age now)

~Your other newest hobby is Family History

~You have to go buy expensive “Ott-Lites” so that you can see well enough to adequately participate in the aforementioned hobbies

~it is also very important to have numerous “reading” glasses all over the house – to also aid in the participation of the aforementioned hobbies, preferably purchased for $1 each

~those same glasses are needed when you substitute-teach, or teach Gospel Doctrine (said glasses were NOT needed back in the “day” of teaching full-time)

~you have advice for pretty much anyone in any circumstance if they will listen to you, or even if they won’t

~you think, “WHAT is this younger generation thinking about politics – or are they? (OH, wait – dang, I said I wasn’t going to talk about politics – SEE? I am old and I forgot already!)

~your husband has more gray hair than he has brown ones (I may be old, but I am NOT gray yet – thank you, ancestors)

~can’t eat late at night or you can’t sleep

~can’t sleep in anymore, so you might as well get up and have breakfast

~you fear you have become your grandmother because you watch tv in a Lazy Boy and mute the commercials. AAAAAAAHHHH!

~most of your friends have grandkids, so you think up cool names for when you are a grandma – Grammy Dee, Abuelita, just NOT Grandma

~your number of prescription medication bottles is growing

~your nieces already staked their claim on your heirloom jewelry - NOW

~you at first thought Facebook was pretty cool, but now… you aren’t so sure

~you still say “cool”

~you daily wish for do-overs, and think back to all the parenting mistakes you made and fleeting precious moments gone, and want to tell all parents of little ones to ENJOY every second.

~Oh, wait – I did just tell you that. It’s all good then.