miserable ageing chat - no fuckers welcome

[NoahDear]

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If you have them young do you get a second youth in your 40's to make up for the knackered years when they were little?

Maybe it is a trade off - second wind in your 40's after spending your 20's and 30's in the Doldrums or, extend your youth as far into your 30's as possible, have your DC as late as possible but then that is it, middle age and no second wind ever. I have done the later, but beginning to wish I had done the former.

If I had had them in the first yr I got married rather than waiting 7 yrs, DS1 would be starting his A levels shortly and DS2 would be coming to the end of secondary school and I would be nearly freeeeeee!!! As it is I have at least another 10 yrs ahead of me. Oh what have I done?

AFter last night I reckon they suck the life out of you at any age . Dd3 wailed at 1.30am, then went straight back to sleep while I stared at the ceiling and worried about stupid stuff and finally nodded off about 3.30, only for dd2 to stumble downstairs wailing at approx. 4.21.

So I'm now officially about 137.

Oh dear winebeforepearls. It won't last forever. You know you are in the middle of the baby years when you exactly what time each member of your family went to sleep and when exactly you all woke up to the nearest minute. It really won't last and you will feel like a teenager again!

I just went to a Bikram Yoga class and reckon I'm about 137 too, winebeforepearls. Talk about self-inflicted misery, feck, it was grim. And everyone else was smiling.

thanks Niecie. They're 4 & 2. And DH goes away mid-week for work, which coincides with the nights they choose to have monsters in their rooms .

Anyhoo, I have more evidence for ancient-ness: I can feel winter coming on 'in my bones' nowadays (specifically my left big toe) and havea dug out the sheepskin slippers.

I had a milky drink before bed last night.

I flick through those catalogues that come with the Sunday supplements and wonder whether really I might like some of those useful things.

I have to be in bed for 10 o'clock news, with knitting.

Lordy.

Wilbur, what were you thinking?

I hope you're safely back in your comfortable waistband.

I was thinking I could become one of those lithe yoga-types in a few sessions. Now I think that a few sessions could kill me. I never knew my feet cold hurt that much! or that human beings could smell so bad.

Am back in comfy jeans and have just cracked open a bottle of wine....

for the shepherds pie I'm making. Mumsy, me? Nah.....

Wilbur - they weren't smiling, they were grimacing too.

I hope so, it would be too depressing to think they were all in some kind of state of bliss when I just wanted to cry.

Oh Wilbur. I feel your pain.
We should just not even try.
I go to yoga, but the nice lying down contemplating the universe one. Nothing too challenging. There are a lot of slim bendy types and a few men trying to make the postures look manly.
Last week a woman near me did a loud fart and I was rather startled and went into pre-teen idiot mode out of sheer embaressment for her.
"oops" I said involuntarily and giggled.
Of course then everyone thought it was me and so I got red and flustered. In the split second available to blurt out "wasn't me, it was her" i made the mistake of opting for dignity and stayed silent.

I think I probably have to change class. It is even worse thatthey are probably putting my lack of bum clenching ability down to some kind of age induced rectal sagginess.

ROFL - that's really cheered me up. Nothing like a good fart story to make you feel like a kid again. And I think your dignity approach was the only way to go, really.

I was also hoping the Bikram would kick start a weight loss program, even though it's only water. I'm longing to lose a stone and I keep losing the same 5 lbs over and over again in depressing Goundhog Day style. It seems that one curry = 4lbs immediate weight gain and one week of eating well, lots of veg and fruit and very few treats = approx 8oz weight loss. [wails] 'snot fair!!!

Pagwatch.

ROFL at Pagwatch.

I have just remembered another sign of turning into a grumpy old woman sensible older person. Walking down the street a few days ago, a yooth in a car full of giggling girls chucked his KFC rubbish out of the open window at my feet. At which I picked it up and handed it back, saying 'Does your Mum still wipe your bum as well?'

I think it may have even embarrassed him ever so slightly.

Snort, Pagwatch!
And, well done, Winebeforepears, very upstanding citizen ! Love the put-down!

And, pray tell, what is wrong with knitting?? And knitting in bed sounds just perfect .. Nah, arthritic finger joints put a stop to that . Must be the winter coming...

Arthritic fingers? Have you tried bamboo or rosewood needles - they are supposed to help. Even my mum says so and her fingers are quite bad.

I don't know about taking knitting to bed - I have already started taking a hot water bottle to bed and it isn't even October yet!

Niecie, 2 words: electric blanket

Ok, I win old gimmer extraordinaire for today - I'm going to bed and it's not even 10pm yet. Had a disappointing day and would like it to be over.

Tomorrow I will do something new.

Electric blanket? Not sure I trust these new fangled inventions!

Pah. Local dept store sold out of electric blankets. Amazon only have one for £99