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I'm sure this has been aired before - like a lot of mums I work and seem to be getting scattier by the day :roll: So I was somewhat thrilled when a friend who seems to be organised - works 2 jobs , endless other things on her plate and married with 2 kids a cat and several other scaley, furry beasts rang me this am being my day off in a panic with the words " can you get me out of a hole?" - my first thoughts were how deep? :lol::lol: cos I'm a silly cow. School has a picnic today and all the kids had to rtake packed lunch and she had forgotten sons :shock: to top it all she was on a train when school phoned and could I spare a sarnie so poor love doesnt starve. Of course - my first thoughts were "yes there is a God" so now I have to find the bread and where did I put my specs? and ............................ :lol::lol::lol::lol::lol: tum tee tum tee tum - oh i'm going crazeeeee

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You have all the time in the world to put your snapshots in photo albums, but you have no idea who the people in the photos are.

 

Happy Hour is a nap in the afternoon.

 

Your children are beginning to look middle-aged.

 

You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

 

You're asleep but others worry that you're dead.

 

Your ears are hairier than your head.

 

Your worst enemy is gravity.

 

You have a party and your neighbours don't even realise.

 

People call at 9pm and ask: "Did I wake you?"

 

You fib about your grandchildren's ages.

 

Everything hurts and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work.

 

You buy a sheer, sexy negligee, but you don't know anyone whose eyesight is good enough to see through it.

 

Your mind makes contracts yourbody can't keep.

 

You have too much room in the house and not enough room in the medicine cabinet.

 

You choose your films by how comfy the seats are in each cinema.

 

You run out of breath walking down a flight of stairs.

 

You find yourself beginning to like accordion music.

 

There's nothing left to learn the hard way.

 

 

... I can't remember where these came from but they made me smile!

 

 

Edited to add...

 

You either have, or are contemplating having a shed

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I don't know what to make of this really. I think I was at my worst about 10-12 years ago. I often used to arrive home from work via the school run only to have to return having left either one of mine, one of my neighbour's or all of our kids at school. To make it worse I am a teacher so children are surely my priority??

All I can say now is that they are 21, 21, 17 and 16 respectively, all still talking to me - in fact I teach one! Their mum still is a friend. I guess sometimes it all gets too much. I hanker after a greenhouse, I have a shed, but no kitchen at the moment. AND I've just bought a copy of Gardeners World!!Middle-aged??? Speak for yourself !! :lol::lol:

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I've been getting Gardener's World for over a year now; dream of a greenhouse; and - when no one's looking - take little afternoon naps. :)

 

I remember a friend telling me a sign of middle-age is when faced with the chance of going to a rock concert you think, "hmm, where will I park?".

 

:D

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You go upstairs to fetch something, see six jobs that need doing and come down half an hour later without whatever you went up to get.

 

You wake up to a gloriously sunny day and think 'I must get some washing on'.

 

After a busy day you'd rather be curled up on the sofa with a good book than down the pub with friends.

 

Your daughter doesn't trust you to pick ANYTHING that she might be expected to wear.

 

Your children tell you how nice you are to hug because you are so squishy and this pleases you.

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I remember a friend telling me a sign of middle-age is when faced with the chance of going to a rock concert you think, "hmm, where will I park?".

 

:D

 

Oh, how true that one is!

 

I'm afraid I get what I call the 'Book at Bedtime' moments more and more often - I'll be out somewhere and think 'gosh, I'd really rather I was in bed reading my book :oops: '

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I think its the memory which is the worst, at work the other day I went into a colleagues room (I'm a Practice Nurse) and opened vaccine fridge and muttered under my breath (or so I thought) "now what did i come in here for" - my colleague (similar age sniggered) and the old lady she was chatting to chuckled.

i hate being labbelled middleaged - I went and got some clothes for my holiday in Spain today and thought "stuff it" i am buying a bikini ( I will add I am not fat just curvy and hate matronly cossies) I got one which will lift my boobs (round my ears!!) and fuller bottoms with a little skirt for on top and a tankini top in case ES of 13 flips at sight of half naked mother :shock: i will add that 2 yrs ago in Cyprus some very large ladies were going topless but I wouldnt go that far. #

Having said that I do laugh more at the failing memory and eyesight and everthing heading south - in my teens I couldnt laught re my ironing board figure and braces - so there are some good things about getting older :D

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OMG Clootie - perish the thought. My poor mum (RIP) aged years when I hit the teens and I wasnt a bad one by todays standards. i was very secretive and got away with a lot more than she knew about esp when I hit London. I rebelled , partied and drank more than I'm proud of - however I grew up quickly and calmed down once I'd had my little rebellion. Have to say when I look at what they wear today - we were as bad ra ra skirts, puffball skirts :roll::roll: must've looked a real sight.

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Could be worse - could be your grandmother in the mirror! :lol:

 

Definitely memory - cupboards - why am I in here when I wanted the fridge. Bypass the fridge and go into utility - what did I come in here for and retrace steps. At least I haven't forgotten where the loo is just yet.

And why have I got funny little hairs growing here there and everywhere? At this rate I am going to have an all over wax - or be warm in winter without the need for a coat. Why does my typing suddenly go wrong and why am I typing back to front and letters when I don't need them thus having to proof read everything before posting and I still miss bits now and again. :roll:

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Definitely memory - cupboards - why am I in here when I wanted the fridge. Bypass the fridge and go into utility - what did I come in here for and retrace steps. At least I haven't forgotten where the loo is just yet.

 

That is so true...I am convinced that my memory is seated firmly in my derriere! I will be sitting in the lounge :idea: I have to go to the kitchen. I get there a matter of seconds later; look around....."Now - what is it that I came in for :think: "...........................................No. It has gone. I have no idea why I am standing there. So, I go back to the lounge; sit down onto the old backside and....... :idea: .......... it somes back again! :wall:

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It is not loss of memory, it is as a result of surplus tasks in the brain, the older you get the more you have to sort out and think about. Well that's my excuse anyway :lol:

 

 

Your daughter doesn't trust you to pick ANYTHING that she might be expected to wear.

 

 

My ED went off to work experience wearing one of my jumpers. yesterday and today, I was so proud, maybe I haven't lost it after all :lol:

 

I think you know that you are middle-aged when your children are taller than you are, and you have to ask them to reach things down from high shelves etc :roll:

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when the girl who's party hes going to tonight has a boys name and you find yourself saying " in my day anyone called -------- was a boy"................ (think carry on star with dirty laught and a city in Os and you'll know what name i'm on about) . Many a time I thrust an invite to some do or other which I'm taxi for and I havent a clue its for a boy or girl :roll::shock:

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Everything hurts and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work.

 

That's the one, it sure rings a bell with me. If I fell off my bike, even in my forties I'd just laugh and pick myself up no problem, Now on the wrong side of 59, the pain when you fall off........ It brings tears to your eyes.

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