I am an old married lady.
On Tuesday night I passed up beer and bluegrass for chicken casserole and Biggest Loser with my hubby.
Tonight I skipped a party and watched Frasier with my hubby.
I get tired at 11 PM.
I won't shut up about my pet, a fish named Fizzgig (Fizzy for short) and the reef on which he lives.
I schedule grocery shopping.
I get excited when I catch Jeopardy.
Last year I ate Cap'n Crunch for breakfast. Now? Cheerios, because they're whole grain and have low sugar.
What is going on? How did I get so old so fast? Am I supposed to be drinking my life away right now?
I'd act my age... if I only knew what that's supposed to mean...
True confession: I'd rather cook dinner than do homework. I'm not sure that I'm burned out on school, it's just that seeing my friends get married, settle down, and have kids makes me wish I could throw off the fetters of academic life. I used to see all that cooking and cleaning stuff as domestic busy-work to keep women subordinate. Now, some days I actually think it's relaxing.
What is wrong with me...?
Tonight I skipped a party and watched Frasier with my hubby.
I get tired at 11 PM.
I won't shut up about my pet, a fish named Fizzgig (Fizzy for short) and the reef on which he lives.
I schedule grocery shopping.
I get excited when I catch Jeopardy.
Last year I ate Cap'n Crunch for breakfast. Now? Cheerios, because they're whole grain and have low sugar.
What is going on? How did I get so old so fast? Am I supposed to be drinking my life away right now?
I'd act my age... if I only knew what that's supposed to mean...
True confession: I'd rather cook dinner than do homework. I'm not sure that I'm burned out on school, it's just that seeing my friends get married, settle down, and have kids makes me wish I could throw off the fetters of academic life. I used to see all that cooking and cleaning stuff as domestic busy-work to keep women subordinate. Now, some days I actually think it's relaxing.
What is wrong with me...?