Yeah, but I had sort of a revelation about that last spring, during the last part of the quarter. I watched their snotty "I'm young and sexy" struts, felt jealous because I'm old and dumpy.
But then I realized...they've got all the hard work ahead of them, and I'm past that. They still have to find someone worth marrying, pop out a few babies, spend mind-numbing days watching babies toddle around and sit with other moms at the playgroup comparing stretch marks and labor stories, lamenting how they've lost their groove...and I'm done with all that. My kids are now old enough to make their own breakfasts and even stay home for an hour while mom goes to run errands...and they go to school all day, so I can too!
Like that scene in Fried Green Tomatoes where the young'uns in the little car beat the middle-aged lady to the parking space..."haha, we're younger and faster!" So she crunches into them and pushes them out of the way?! "I'm older, and I've got better insurance!"
