The background: I'm in the middle of a "cycle", making life hard to begin with. To give you an idea, it's about all I can do to take a shower...and that wipes me out for the rest of the day. I can't stay awake and feel miserable in general.
The scene: I wake up a little before 3am, mountain time. I sleepily make my way to the computer, stepping over toys and backpacks with a keen "mom sense". The flicker of the computer light begins to fill the room. I check my email.
And at this point, it would behoove the WORLD to know I am in my mid-thirties. NO OLDER. I am NOT Oprah. I do NOT think turning 50 will be "THE BEST" year of my life. I am NOT Jennifer Anniston. I am NOT 40 years old. I do NOT look good in a bikini. Never have I proclaimed, "I can't wait to get old enough to qualify for the senior discount!". NEVER. And I defy anyone to prove me wrong. The childebeasts are aging me quite fast enough, thankyouverymuch.The Offending Article IN My Inbox:
If you can't read it due to size, you so have to click on it or you'll miss the full effect.
Considering I got this from a site who has loads of information on me - INCLUDING MY AGE - it didn't start my day off well.
Is this age-related group - which coincidentally only accepts members who are AT LEAST 50 YEARS OLD - in cahoots with the 'beasts??