So for most of my life I've been pretty darn satisfied with my choice to not have kids until I was 30.  Of course, at this juncture I'm feeling quite left out seeing other folks my age with kids in high school or college and here I am with two of mine in elementary school and one in preschool.  As the year has progressed with Genna in preschool I've come to realize that most of the other moms are still in their 20's!  They look like children in my eyes!!
 As my 41st birthday is quickly creeping up I can't help but wonder if maybe I should have started this whole family thing a little bit earlier.  To make matters worse, while waiting to pick up Genna I overhear a group of moms talking about how "old" they are...."I can't believe I'm going to be 26!" and "Nobody believes me that I'm actually turning THIRTY next month".  I'm standing there listening to this and the cranks in my head are turning and right before smoke begins to come out of my ears I blurt out "I don't wanna hear any of that, my 41st birthday is next month" to which they all reply "No way!" and to make matters worse "Wow, my MOM is ONLY 46"!
Driving home a million thoughts were going through my head, such as, how much time do I have before I need a cane or a walker or an oxygen tank??!! But then, before my head could continue to make me feel bad about my age I went back in time to memories of the fun times I had in my 20's.  I can remember not having a care in the world, doing whatever I wanted to do...late nights out at the bar with my friends, evenings at Dave Matthews concerts, the beach, dating a wide variety of different men and loving every second of it!  If we time traveled back to those days you wouldn't be witness to me wiping a baby's ass or dealing with a screaming toddler in the check out line at Walmart and you certainly wouldn't find me driving a mini van!  So, where those other moms are looking at me as this 'aged' person I'm feeling quite happy with myself.  Sure, I still need a baby-sitter  if hubby and I want to go out and I don't have that teenage child who can watch the smaller ones for me, but what I DO have is great memories of me living life when I was at my prime!  So here's me sticking my tongue out at you young moms with three kids ages 5 and under...what memories do you have besides wiping butts and boogie noses????