We all have our little quirks. Things that, though we know are outside of the norm, they are normal to us. There are many things that I do/like/say that I believe must be followed by the statement: Yep. I’m 27. One of these things, is that I say the word Wednesday in my head every time I see it or spell it … only I say it Wed-nes-day. Yep. I’m 27. Another thing, is that I love watching ABC Family made-for-TV movies… especially the ones that they make for Christmas. Yep. I’m 27. And then, there’s the fact that my list of fave tv shows includes Gossip Girl, 90210 and Gilmore Girls reruns, to name a few. Yep. I’m 27. Pretty much, anything I feel that makes me more like a teenage girl than the responsible mother that I am {supposed to be}, can be followed by Yep. I’m 27.
Before I had Barrett, I had no qualms with acting like a tween queen. I freely purchased LipSmackers Birthday Cake Lip Gloss. I happily watched movies including the Princess Diaries and Aquamarine whenever they popped up on the tube. I relished in reading the whole series of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. But I suppose then, I was a young 26 and not a mature 27. Prior to being a mom, I never hid these behaviors. I never felt the least bit guilty when it came to my love of having a fizzy orange soda or mixing up a suicide at the pop fountain. I never felt bad that hearing the names Dick and Chuck made me snicker. I never thought it odd that though I would eat a balanced meal, I really would rather scarf down cereal for every meal. I thought it acceptable to leave my laundry in a pile, folded, and simply grab out items as I needed them instead of putting them in a suitable location. These actions, all reminiscent of a giggly school girl or a carefree collegiate, seemed A-OK with me because I really didn’t feel a necessity to be too terribly grown up … and truth be told, I still don’t think that I am a grown up… but I pretend because it seems like that’s what a mom should do.
One of the joys of being CEO of Double B inc, is the freedom to play all day. I don’t really know how my husband’s description of me being an old soul and my propensity to act as a child at heart go together but the idea of giving up free play ranks pretty high on the list of cons for returning to the working world. At my current workplace it is fully acceptable to break into song whenever it seems appropriate {which, by the way, is all the time}, be the drummer in a band made up of pots and pans, and make my own rules to games that make no sense and I like it. Yep. I’m 27.
If only we could always live in the happy-go-lucky mindset of our youth… wouldn’t it be a whole different life? But as a mom, I feel as though I am supposed to be more sophisticated than Lip Smackers, more mature than tween movies and wiser than Wed-nes-day. Maybe 28 will bring an entry into the world of adulthood … but likely my immature actions will instead be followed up by Yep. I’m 28.
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