The Old Motherbitch

I want to take a minute to thank all you fabulous comment-ers for your understanding yesterday and honesty in admitting that I'm far from being alone in occasionally experiencing mom-anger. I just ♥ you all! Though, after that, I'm going a little lighter and fluffier today.

Back at "home," I was about average age when compared to the moms of my boys' friends.





And at Monkey's old preschool, I was one of the "young" moms, at 32.





But, it's a different story down here.





I'm the OLD MOM.

Swiped from photobucket: I'm not that old- yet.



I was at a Stroller Strides class last week(exercise with your kids in tow- good in theory, but not with kids older than a baby) and two of the girls had on their "class t-shirts" from high school.





Class of 2007.





And the rest of the girls weren't much older.





I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise to me, since when I was pregnant with Monkey and living down here, I was teaching 5th grade...and a lot of the parents of my students were around my age(27), maybe just a little older.





I do remember that I was considered "old" to be having my first baby.





So, now I'm the old mama in my boys' playgroup.





I don't feel old.





32 isn't old.





But, these girls probably look at me like I'm ancient.





Or maybe they think I'm the old motherbitch.



Wait, they can't think that.



That's MY word.