gurls,ugh.

Well, I am now officially OLD.
Not an older woman because I can now see the little pudgy tummy under my belt.
Not an older woman because I have reached my 50's.
Not and older woman.
I am old.

My grandkid has raging hormones.
My daughter has misplaced hormones.
I, don't have any hormones left cause I am old.
Now, old is not a bad thing, it just is.
I found out I was old when I came home yesterday
and found my grandson under parental house arrest
because he missed 2 homework assignments and got a C- on a quiz.
That whole repeat scenario (of when our kids were little) made me old.
Just like that.
No warning, no hotflashes, no letter from any state agency.
Then to boot, my then husband calls.
Last time I checked he lived 3000 miles away.
Apparently being Dad/GP has no boundaries and the assignment is eternal.
Plus what they call Mother's instinct, must roll over into Daddy intuition (probably at birth),
I do believe.
With all of that, mind you, I had just walked thru the door.
I was thrown backwards about 30 years yesterday, then bounced back to current era like a #8 rubber band.
But the best is yet to come.
The brilliant deduction is:
Tatiana.
Yup, since the inception of the gurl next door, Tatiana, that pretty even toned, soft skinned 12 year old with the budding... ok ok so I'm old!
Well his time has been divied up between her and her gurl and not to Mrs. Whatever,
6th grade English teacher.
So while I am old.
He is having a great time being young.
More news at 11.