After a rough couple of days I have started to think that this world of prematurity has taken its toll. I feel as though I look at least five years older than when I had the girls, my patience is lessened and I am no certainly no longer the fun and young teacher I was when I got pregnant with the twins (well a few months before). Times have changed and I feel like more of a referee (as my husband put tonight) and a no fun mom. Definitely NOT a young, happy go lucky mom. I don't have the energy to do what I once did and things seem more like a burden than an adventure (yikes, am I really admitting this). It took my neighbor to make a hair appointment for me in order for me to get a hair style (it had been a year) and I am just starting back on the working out which has been neglected for years. Makeup? Isn't that something my girls are supposed to play with when they sneak in my bathroom because it certainly hasn't made it in my hands recently. Clothing, well, in the very few pictures I post of myself on my blog, one can see that it isn't a priority. My point is that I have turned into the frumpy mom. I promised myself I wouldn't but I AM.
Just when I think I have given into the world of frump and frown (isn't that what the not so fun moms did when I was growing up - frown all of the time?) little Abby throws me a rope. On my way to pick up Savannah and her neighborhood friends from art class tonight, Abby and Libby have a discussion about me. "Miss Sara, we don't think you look old enough to be a mom. Libby, doesn't she look so young?" Thankfully Libby agreed. Frown no more. I look too young to have kids!!! Yeah, right us more like it but I will take what I can get from an eight year old!
