At 22 a little vomit on my clothes/purse/hair was nothing but a sign of a good time or at least the old college try at one...at 32 it is a totally different thing.
At 22 I was attending college, making mediocre grades, and having a GREAT time. I had everything that defined being young going for me. No responsibility, no real job, and I had a great social life! I believe I ripped my leather pants (no comments please) when I fell off a police officers bike in Bricktown. It was also at 22 that I was told by my Dad that people who are in college for as long as I had been call themselves "doctor" not "teacher". Whatever. I would not change a thing! 22 ROCKED!
Today on my 32 birthday things are much, much different. I had to leave work to pick up my adorable Preston because he had a fever. I took him to the doctor and she diagnosed him with the one illness that pisses me (and all moms) off. A virus. Come on! Give me some drugs! I need to go to work! Well as soon as we walk in the door he puked all over me. I cleaned him all up and with puke still all over me he says "I love you Mommy". Awesome. Now I feel guilty for all the horrible thoughts I am thinking about you. Thanks Preston.
Past all the bitterness (and the smell) I love my boys and if they are ill I will sit right beside them until they feel better. But being puked on without a DJ, a beer, and poor decision making skills will remind you that 32 ain't 22.....Oh how things change.
* I will add I did not steal the previously mentioned bike that belongs to OKCPD. He totally said I could ride it. :)
This is great, mostly because I'm reading it and not experiencing it!
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