Age;

It changes everything.

Like when you go out for dinner in your 30'S, your reading the menu and your husband thinks nothing more than to remove a boogie from your nose. Not just behind closed doors, but in full view. You look around and do a hand slap to stop this going any further but the damage is done. The young couple across the room have seen you and you know they are now having a conversation as to whether they could do that in public too. Young love, you dress up for that kind of stuff. When your winging life though and pop in for a bite because the shopping isn't due until 9am the next day, you don't have time to preen yourself and get dressed up for the occasion. The only time you get to dress up and de boogie yourself is when the sitter has been booked in 4 weeks in advance. You start your preparation of beatifying yourself then, for there is no time for it. NEVER in my life would I have imagined someone would feel it ok to grab my nose in public without giving it a second thought.

I remember the days when I used to take the car out on a Saturday morning, loving the twists and turns that the roads took me along. Today I couldn't be further from the person I was before. Age changed everything.

I get in the car now and trust my life in my husband, again, age, husband. I trust him Immensely but when we are driving in the outside lane of a motorway and a vehicle besides us starts to indicate literally it scares the shit out of me. I let him know too, a array of words start coming out in no particular order. Flashy lights, coming in, what's he doing, watch out, oh fuck.
Passing a lorry, holding onto my breath until its far enough in the distance so it is no longer a hazard. Re checking the mirrors every two seconds for approaching hazards I may have to scream about.
Add fog into this equation and we are completely entering marriage counselling."Can you see the road?" ... " yes I can see the road". How can you see the road when I'm sue I can not see the road" ... " I can't see the road, just didn't want to tell you that" .... " stop the car....".
Another marital dispute is if a car brakes suddenly in front of us... "brake" .... "brake!" Followed by words like " do you want to drive? I can see that the car in front is braking., that's why I am braking too!" .... "you weren't watching the road!"

I just can't help it, it's my age.

I worry, I do, about the safety of my family and that is something I just can't help, it seems to be getting worse with age. To protect what I have because it makes me feel the way I do. I would be lost without any piece of my jigsaw. It's terrifying and irrational but I bet every other mother is the same.

Things I no longer worry about with age though actually puts me in a content stage of life.

For instance had I been 18 and my partner look at a woman I might have felt jealous. Well that part of life is over for I now do not feel that feeling at all. If my husband were to look at a woman and say she was attractive, in a more manly way than that of course, I would just be thinking, thank god his eyesight works and it's not the cost of a new pair of glasses this month.

I worry not of what to wear on a Saturday night because I already know it will either be pj's or a venue where  jeans will be over dressing.

I worry not of what my friends think, because I already know my friends haven't gone time to think.

I worry not of who my husband is talking too, I hope he talks to someone today so the conversation is something other than what is for dinner.

I worry not of what is for dinner because I can clearly see on the meal planner what is.

I worry not of fashion, if it doesn't keep me warm I aint buying it.

I worry not of keeping down the noise, for there is no noise.

I worry not of what to do at the weekend, because those days are for washing cleaning and a walk.
anything else is as exciting as winning the lottery.

I worry not of shavers, socks and deodorant, my husband always has them handy.

I worry not for alarms... my kid is my alarm.

there's just a few of things that used to worry me , but not so more, they all seem insignificant now with age.


You know when you were younger and the older people always used to say, pick your partner wisely, beauty doesn't last forever. I'm totally there right now, and I get it. He will tell you, I will tell you, every day grows a new wrinkle, and a bit less hair. It seems like they counter act each other in mother natures cruel way. Here you go love, have a wrinkle and give me a hair. Unless you are a woman then you get an extra daily hair in places you do not want. We are not what we were when we met and it's not even that long. Time passes and the faces change but the personality within is something I will love forever, it's worth far more than the appreciation of his attributes which will be stolen with time, although I'm sure to me he will always be hot at 70. If not we have the personality to fall back on. We just have to avoid too many long distance car journeys ;-)


Age; Let it change everything, you might even like it .


xx