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I’m a Middle-Aged Teenager: A synopsis of why I say screw your age
I’m 47 years old. Let’s just put it out there for the world to hear. I’m pushing middle age…as my children like to so often remind me. In fact, just the other day I asked my 21-year-old if my forehead was too big and if I should get bangs. She replied with, “When exactly did you hit your mid-life crisis?” Ungrateful child. But let’s get back to what I was trying to say. In two and a half years, I will be 50. FIFTY!!! But that being said, it doesn’t bother me. To be honest, I don’t mind getting older just as long as I don’t feel old; however, there…
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I Am an Uncool Parent
I’m not sure when I became the uncool parent. There had to be a specific moment where I lost my touch; although, I’m at a loss to know exactly when that was. Once upon a time, my kids thought I was the hippest chick on the planet. Everything I did made them laugh. Everything I said was funny. They wanted to hang out with me 24/7 and couldn’t imagine ever growing up and leaving me. I swear, I’m not making this up. They told me that themselves. Let’s flash forward a few years. My children no longer want to be seen with me in public. If I go to the…
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