Getting old: it happens to us all no matter how vehemently we deny it or how aggressively we fight it. One day you’re sitting there worrying about whether that new top you bought will make the splash you hope for on the first day of school, the next you’re lying awake worrying about how you’re going to pay next month’s mortgage. How does that even happen? Where does the time go? When do you actually make that transition from ‘young care-free days’ to ‘stress-induced hernia days’? When exactly do you graduate from being scared of the bogeyman to being afraid of the taxman? Or from staying up all night ‘just because’ to being reduced to tears if the baby keeps you up past midnight because you can’t keep your eyes open?
When does the phrase ‘I’m too old for this sh*t’ actually become part of your daily inner monologue?
Getting old is no fun.