What's my age again?

I've recently noticed that sometimes I think I'm still 20.

Example #1: Shopping. Any time I go to a store I head to the juniors department. Ummm, there's a reason it's called juniors. I recently saw a young teenager wearing the same shirt I tried on at Target. Oh...that's how it's supposed to look.



Example #2: The other day I said to my Mom, "I think I'd like to join a Mom's group, but I'm not sure. I want to meet other young Moms and I'm afraid I'll show up and it'll be a bunch of old ladies." As soon as I said that it struck me that although I'm not old, a young Mom would be a 19 year old girl. What if the 19 year old shows up to the group and thinks that I'm the old Mom still trying to wear juniors clothes. Hmmm.



Example #3. THE MOST EMBARRASSING EXAMPLE YET. Right before I got pregnant I went out for drinks and dancing in SLO with my stepson Michael. We were having SO much fun. I looked up and saw girls dancing up in the D.J. booth. 'Ohhhh goodie!' I thought to myself! I'll go up there to request a song and dance. I make my way through the crowd laughing and dancing as Fergie blares over the speakers. I start to climb the ladder to the booth and this big guy taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and prepare to tell him NO, I am not interested. I am married and enjoying a night out with my son. But before I can shut him down, the bouncer shakes his head tells me that I can't go up there. What? Why? I look up at the girls again. Clearly they either have fake IDs or they have just turned 21. Their halter tops and low rise jeans reek of sex appeal as they bust music video dance moves. The bouncer doesn't say anything, he just shakes his head again. Oh. Oh no. OH MY GOSH. I can't go up there because only hot young girls get to dance in the D.J. booth. HOW. EMBARRASSING. I look down at my cuffed jeans and white GAP tank top. My outfit is suddenly dorky and lame in this swanky bar. I make my way back to Michael (who is dressed unbelievably cool by the way) and tell him what happened. He laughs so hard that I start laughing too. After all, I am a step mom. Step moms really shouldn't be dancing in the D.J. booth.

So I'm thinking I don't have to dress in long khaki skirts, but it may be time for me to realize that I'm not 20. And I am a Mom.

It's about time.