old broad

“You Can’t Come in ’cause you old as shit….  Not in the general sense, ’cause I’d tear that ass up,  but for this club…” — Knocked Up 32 isn’t old. I realize that. I know I have another 8 plus years of good solid uterus/baby making time and thanks to some decent genetics, even longer before my wrinkles become noticeable. That said, there are days, like today, when I feel old. When I stop myself and feel, well, “old as shit.”   One of the best/craziest things about sending Baby-Ko to a day care that a) I went to 30 years ago and b) that my friends send their kids to as well, is ...Read More
I knew that “the day” would come. The day when I would sound like an old washed up mom, who’s seen her share of dirty diapers, colds and viruses, tantrums and toy trucks…. The day when I would sit back and look at some young girl on the brink of mommy-hood and shake my head, as if she has no idea what the hell she’s in for… The day when I would feel like I had been doing this forever and can’t even remember what it’s like to not be a mom…. I just NEVER thought the day would come so soon.  During a meeting today, somehow we were talking about ...Read More