Oh poop. It’s here.
At almost-45, I can’t really deny that I’m firmly entrenched in middle age. I mean, I literally did the maths. 45 x 2 = (oh crap) 90!
I am not sure why this has taken me by surprise, after all I’ve had 45 years to see it coming!
When my parents were 45 I was just entering my teens. Man, they were so uncool, ugly, boring and a little bit fat.
My mother wore those god-awful shoes which made her look 100 years old, and when she was on the beach she would still wear a t-shirt so that the sun-burn marks showed (beyond disgusting).
My dad would always be telling me to “do your coat up”. Nag, nag, nag.
Me, looking cool in 1982 with my sooo untrendy ciggy-touting mother.
And why oh why couldn’t she learn to wear her make-up properly? Where’s the eye-shadow and blusher for heaven’s sake?! Tuttt.
And not forgetting the fact that they were always drinking TEA on hot days. And they both had ugly feet.
Oh yeah, and if we were in a cafe, she would, like, actually complain and send things back….so embarrassing!
Man, I do miss her.
It all seems so perfectly reasonable now I’m 45 too.
Lord save me from the venomous opinions of my offspring.
Note to self – less complaining, more blusher.
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I just laughed reading this. I think I felt something similar about my ma before she passed away.
I’m dreading to think what my child will think of me!
Scary, isn’t it?!!!! Who knows what inner hate they may be harbouring…
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