Jeepers creepers! Today's my birthday and I'm not exactly sure how I managed to get this old.
One day the calendar days flipped over in slow-mo, and now it's like gale force winds have taken up permanent residence whipping the days past at super-sonic speed. I have–in many, many ways–become the eye of the hurricane. And trust me, it's not a pretty sight.
One day I'm standing in line for my first driver's license, getting married and celebrating my babies' birthdays, and now a nano second later, I'm thinking about retirement. How in the heck did that happen?
But most of all, I want to know who the heck is that old, tired stranger looking back at me in the mirror? My students always look surprised when I tell them how old I am. I'm not sure if they are surprised because I look younger than my 54 years or if I have that you-look-older-than-dirt appearance. I guess I can ponder that while I'm thinking about that whole "who's that staring back at me in the mirror" thing.
In the meantime, let's go through…
#5…Unlike my much younger years, any cake I eat (and, oh how I plan to eat the tasty Barefoot Contessa's Carrot Cake my husband made for me) will stay with me and my hips for at least the next 500 years.
#4…Tomorrow is a teacher professional development day, and we all know how I feel about those kind of days.
#3…The day after teacher in-service day is state mandated TAKS testing day for English Language Arts. (I feel the same about those days as I do those teacher inservice days.)
#2…I am drowning in yearbook disasters. Things (and you know how much I hate those darn tootin' things)…Things like discovering pages that haven't been started, pictures that haven't been shot and names that were alphabetized by first names, not last. These are the things that try men's souls and make one dream of retirement.
And the #1 reason It Sucks To Be Me On My Birthday? …Drum roll pah-leese!…
#1…I am working on yearbook pages on my birthday with only Howard the Shelter Cat to help me. And, as you can see by the photographs, Howard (bless his heart) is about as much help as the… Well, you fill in the blank.