Today was the completion of my 10th tax season....as I sat at the happy hour, drinking my Coca-Cola, I looked around me and felt very, very old. I am only 31...that's not old! But....
I do not know the "cool" songs anymore (who is this Lady GaGa anyways?...)
I do not even know half of the young staff...the people who have been there a year or two...I am like, these people work here? Are they serious? They look like they should be in high school!
I looked around at the clothes the younger girls were wearing...and I wondered, did I ever look that cute? How do they wear those belts so perfectly...are those cute shoes actually worth the pain?
I remembered how for years I would shop and buy a "new outfit" for April 15th...maybe I once was like that...
I remember how I used to go the bar with co-workers before the "official" happy hour...we had to start early!
There are still many people my age, or older, who did that today. Even if I wasn't pregnant, I wouldn't have any desire to...I find it boring to sit around with people I have seen everyday for the past 4 months and talk about...the past 4 months?
It was much more fun to come home and give Nathan three ballons from the party and watch him get all excited!
Does that mean I am old? I dunno. It might. :-)