26 July 2010

As a wife and mother of two gorgeous children I am often overcome by the overwhelming realisation that I am a “grown up” I remember being a tween and a teen and frankly it doesn’t seem that long ago.. I also remember thinking that 33 (that’s me) is very old. Is it bad that I still want to go out and have a drink with my girlfriends occasionally? And is it gross that I still want to have sex with my husband? Are all those things still allowed, my mother had me when she was 19 so when she was 33 I was 14 and totally grossed out by her doing any or all of the above. When is a bit older too old? What are the rules…

I love shopping and while I certainly love shopping for my kids I also love shopping for myself, in the last few years I have asked myself “am I too old to wear that” on a number of occasions and the truth is that sometimes I have no idea, Jennifer Aniston wears the same stuff as any given 18 year old and she is in her forties, though she is a super hot movie star with no post baby belly too boot? I think my rule is that I always want my daughter to want to go to shopping with me, I would be mortified if she was embarrassed to be seen with me. Though seen as my daughter is 2 and mostly wants to wear Dora undies on her head I may be over thinking this!

Recently at a friend’s birthday party my girlfriends and I indulged in a little too much sauvignon blanc it was a rare occasion when nobody had something on at the crack of dawn and all our children were snuggled at their grandparents houses.. we never meant to dance badly for too many hours, slip over in our split wine and get sent home by the pubs security guard but we did … my best girlfriends’ husband described us as ‘loose cannons” on the dance floor. Well we spend the majority of our time behind kitchen benches cooking whatever meal is required at the time, or stacking the dishwasher, vacuuming, changing the sheets most recently weed on, cleaning toilet floors where little boys have missed the mark, wiping snotty noses or trying in vain to get yesterdays concrete set weet bix off the tiles and plethora of other jobs that get squeezed into every day.. With this in mind I think we have the right to dance badly occasionally, though I think the swarm of hot 20 year olds that looking on were mortified by our very presence on the dance floor I wonder were we any more embarrassing that the mess of 18 year olds throwing up in niteclub toilets all around the country??

What have I decided? Well.. While wiping snotty noses, making lunch and changing nappies on Sunday – all with a frightful hangover I decided that I can still go out and dance it up wherever I want (when I get the chance) and frankly I do not care weather I look good or cool, or remotely pass for a woman in her twenties, and I think that is what makes 30+ such a great place to be, yes it is true that I am adult, and there are some outfits that just aren’t such a great idea anymore but really .. I have the best of all the worlds a wonderful husband, 2 gorgeous kids, great girlfriends and a job I cannot call work. And let’s face it if Samantha Jones a 52 year old tart, can get away with nite clubbing and bad dancing and is still considered super sexy, then we certainly have some life left in us yet x