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So I was watching Modern Family and the mom was having an identity crisis, wondering if college was the best time of her life and if she was past her prime. Her husband reassured her that she was in her prime and that she got more calls than her daughter for future dates. (You really have to watch it to fully understand.) And then the mom was fine. I thought: Really? If my husband tells me all is great will that fix the fact that sometimes I like to drink herbal tea and remember the times where I only did laundry once every other week and I usually got hit on at the Laundromat? My apartment was perpetually clean and I wiped down the bathroom monthly? That surprise guests were never a problem and were often welcome instead of inciting terror into my soul along with the question of had the bathroom been wiped down in the last twenty four hours because I have young boys and that place can be destroyed in twenty seconds-
Ok. If I am being honest, these thoughts usually occur while I am in my car, downing a Diet Coke from McDonald’s trying to remember where my son’s cub scout book is while driving my daughter to ballet only to arrive and find out she brought one slipper. Or I think this once the oldest two are out the door and I look around and I know I had picked up the night before but in the forty-five minutes my children have been awake, you no longer can tell. Why did my daughter have to empty her doll clothes before she put on her shoes?
I wish my life were like a sitcom. Problems are solved in half an hour. The houses or apartments are always really nice with matching furniture they didn’t build themselves. There can be new problems each week instead of losing the Cub Scout book EVERY SINGLE THURSDAY. And even though the dad on the show is a real estate agent and the market is down, they have really nice, cute clothes.
In real life, I do wonder how people bounce back from a baby so fast and how do you get that kind of motivation/dedication to get up at 6 am and run. I want that. I used to get up early in college. What has happened to me? Maybe I am past my prime.