Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Am I really a Grown-up????

Please tell me I am not the only one…

Are there times in your life where you look around and everyone seems to be going in slow motion…where your life doesn’t seem real…doesn’t seem tangible.

Some days I feel like my life is a dream and that I am going to wake up- staring at my yellow-gingham canopy with the lace edging…roll over on my rainbow sheets and come face to face with my Cabbage Patch Doll.


I have a mortgage, 2 cars, 2 kids, 2 cats, a husband, a few credit companies and a dog that seem to think I am.

But I don’t feel like a grown-up – please tell me I am not the only one…

I see people in stores – other grown-ups like me, who seem to have it all going-on who seem confident in their grownup ness – where I feel that while I have this grown-up exterior that somewhere there is a zipper and when I pull that zipper down, out comes the REAL ME…the one with the crimped side ponytail, wearing an oversized ‘Frankie Says Relax” T-shirt and an armful of rubber bracelets, all teenage and gawky – not a grownup at all.

Some days life is so surreal – having to deal with Grownup things – paying bills, making sure my kids get their medicine, car repairs, consoling a friend who has a dumb-ass husband…all these GROWN-UP things…and then I have that moment…that moment where I feel it is not real - that…. I….Will…. Wake…. Up…. – only problem is I am not dreaming…this is really my life

I have this snapshot in my head – I am a pre-teen and I am standing in Angela Vegas basement – we just got done swimming in her pool and now we have the Jukebox playing “I Love Rock and Roll” while we have the towels wrapped around our head pretending that is our long hair…and we have toilet paper shoved in our bathing suit top pretending to have huge boobies…and we are standing on the raised brick hearth with the empty toilet paper rolls in our hand singing our little hearts out

I love rock 'n' roll
So put another dime
In the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n' roll
So come and take your time
And dance with me

we were pretending we were grown-up…we couldn’t wait to be grown-ups…if we only knew…if we only knew…


Dysfunctional Housewife said...

AHHHH.. The memories. I was a roller rink brat. had my own skates and everything. GOTTA love the 80's.. Such a free and wonderful time. And the music? PRICELESS!! I too now have the minivan, children, husband, and badonka-donk to prove that I am grown..SIGH

sillychick said...

Yes, yes, YES! Sometimes you look around and just want to utter, "WTF?" Your parents always warned you to enjoy your youth, but damn, I thought it'd last forever!

Neon tshirts, anyone? Covers to go over your roller skates? Can someone please let me borrow their Jams?

TxGambit said...

Oh yes! Yes, double YES, YES, YES!

I just look around and wonder, "where did the time go?" Tomorrow I will have an 11 yr old child. I am just a kid, how can I have an 11 year old? Not to mention a 12 year old and 4 year old. This is my life now.... sigh...

So funny I was just thinking of the "Frankie Says Relax" t-shirts!