No Longer a ‘Youngster’?

Today is my birthday. I am another year older and wiser and just wanted to say a few words to the masses (or the 12 or so people who read my blog everyday. For which I am very grateful by the way! :))

My lovely homemade cake from Waitrose

My lovely homemade cake from Waitrose

I remember when 30 sounded old and 40, well that was truly ancient. Now, 40 is young, 50 distinguished and 60, just fun. When people tell you to enjoy every moment of your children because they grow so fast, I now fully understand. It is definitely wise advice. Though you see them everyday, they change before your eyes in such a way that you don’t always notice. Not only am I growing at a seemingly alarming rate, but so too is my son.

That said, I very happy to say I got ‘ID’d’ last week for a cheeky alcohol purchase in Sainsbury’s. It wasn’t a half hearted ID either, as the cashier made me present my driving licence in front of a busy queue of shoppers! I was thrilled! A bit embarrassed, but ultimately very pleased! Apparently, without any sleep and make up I look under 25. I will happily take that, thank you very much.

So as I sit here on the sofa feeling rather sorry for myself due to lack of sleep, a poorly little lad and definitely less birthday messages then I received last year, I find myself in a mood for contemplation.

Things have changed, I am no longer a ‘youngster’ and here’s how I know that:

– I listen to Magic FM. Whilst driving into London the other weekend for a night out, I switched off both Radio 1 and Capital, preferring the soothing tunes of Magic to gee me up for a night on the town;

– Hangovers last 2 days now and on that note, I really can’t handle going out two nights on the trot!;

– I NEVER go out in high heels without a pair of flats in my handbag. This does of course rule out clutch bags;

– I feel the cold. I swear when you are younger, you don’t feel the cold. I don’t think I even owned a coat at uni and certainly never used to take one with me on a night out. Now I never leave the house without one;

– I have spent my whole birthday cleaning up sick, changing nappies and worrying about my Baby B who spent the whole of last night being sick everywhere;

– I haven’t had a glass of wine yet and it’s almost 5pm!

So as I welcome any comments making me feel better with remarks of how young I actually am, I realise that I actually don’t want to be 20 year old singleton, in heels and skirt in December, or being drunk two days on the bounce, and dancing all night to Garage Anthems. I actually love being a 31 year old mum, in flats, and trackies, drinking herbal tea and dancing all day to I am a shape and Tree Fu Tom!

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20 thoughts on “No Longer a ‘Youngster’?

  1. Loved your post- it made me smile out of sympathy and amusement. I turn 33 in a fortnight and as much as I wish I could still go out and party- nothing makes me smile more than spending time with my daughter & husband. Yes, sometimes I yearn for the student days to be back where I had zero responsibility but then I’d not have these times where I’m doubled over in laughter at something O has done.
    I’m sorry you had to spend your birthday cleaning up sick- maybe you can go for dinner one night to make up for it

    • Ha ha, it does a bit yeah! 🙂 Kidding!!! Just took a look at your blog, how cute is your little man on the catwalk! Thank you so much for visiting and commenting x

  2. Many happy belated returns! I never get ID-ed anymore – but then I am 38… though my younger husband does often. Recently I sent him to go and grab another laof of bread whilst packing our weekly shopping at the checkout and I actually asked the cashier to ask me for ID just so I could be smug in front of my husband!

  3. Loved your post. I turned 36 at Christmas which sounds ridiculously old and quite frankly the whole thing is a bit bizarre. What I do notice though is that I now age quicker in my head, as my little girl grows up. She’s just turning 5 and somehow her getting old makes me feel older than my own birthday! lol #PoCoLo

  4. I’m 41 (almost 42) and I am regularly mistaken for being at least 10 years younger than my age!! I mainly think that’s down to the way I act more than the way I look to be honest. Although I was asked for ID around 2 years ago by a young lad in Sainsburys (I’m reckoning he needed an eyesite check!). Happy Belated Birthday – hope you had a glass of wine, albeit after 5pm!! Thanks again for joining up to PoCoLo and spreading the word 🙂 x

  5. Ha ha this did make me laugh – I am so with you on the hangover thing and also feeling the cold – never knew that was due to age! I also cannot drink anything like as much as I used to. I was commiserating with you, right until the end, when you said you were only 31, I’ve got ten years on you! Ps the last time I was ID’d was at 31 😦 happy birthday!

    • Suzanne thank you for commenting! Your reply made me laugh. So if this is the last year of getting ID’d then I had better make the most of it! Really enjoying your blog. Thanks for making contact x

  6. Happy Birthday! You are definitely still young – I like to think I am in any case and I was 33 earlier this month. Hope you can escape later and leave the sick smell behind for something more sophisticated!

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