Prime of my Life

So I was watching Modern Family and the mom was having an identity crisis, wondering if college was the best time of her life and if she was past her prime.  Her husband reassured her that she was in her prime and that she got more calls than her daughter for future dates.  (You really have to watch it to fully understand.)  And then the mom was fine.  I thought: Really?  If my husband tells me all is great will that fix the fact that sometimes I like to drink herbal tea and remember the times where I only did laundry once every other week and I usually got hit on at the Laundromat?  My apartment was perpetually clean and I wiped down the bathroom monthly?  That surprise guests were never a problem and were often welcome instead of inciting terror into my soul along with the question of had the bathroom been wiped down in the last twenty four hours because I have young boys and that place can be destroyed in twenty seconds-

Ok.  If I am being honest, these thoughts usually occur while I am in my car, downing a Diet Coke from McDonald’s trying to remember where my son’s cub scout book is while driving my daughter to ballet only to arrive and find out she brought one slipper.  Or I think this once the oldest two are out the door and I look around and I know I had picked up the night before but in the forty-five minutes my children have been awake, you no longer can tell.  Why did my daughter have to empty her doll clothes before she put on her shoes?

I wish my life were like a sitcom.  Problems are solved in half an hour.  The houses or apartments are always really nice with matching furniture they didn’t build themselves.  There can be new problems each week instead of losing the Cub Scout book EVERY SINGLE THURSDAY.  And even though the dad on the show is a real estate agent and the market is down, they have really nice, cute clothes.

In real life, I do wonder how people bounce back from a baby so fast and how do you get that kind of motivation/dedication to get up at 6 am and run.  I want that.  I used to get up early in college.  What has happened to me?  Maybe I am past my prime.

This is me in my prime. I am the one whose fashion inspiration was evil characters in Batman.

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18 responses to “Prime of my Life

  1. Kelli Butenko

    That is a Jacket with a capital J.

  2. Prime? Isn’t that a math term? And a cut of beef?

  3. When it applies to me, it is a cut of beef.

  4. Two things, first you happen to be the only one not leaning in that picture so you have chosen a great picture to show that your friends were a “little off” second you have become far more resiliant, kind and devoted than you ever were back then. You are creative and ingenious. When others crumble you are still standing, which is far more admirable than whatever you think you were back then. Besides you still have great legs and I have a jacket you can borrow that resembles the one in the picture, you’ll feel “primey” 🙂

    • Thank you, I hope I am a better person than at 18! And I want to see that jacket. Maybe I’ll wear it for my high school reunion

      • Jenifer Westenskow

        Excuse me? A “little off”. Please do elaborate.

      • I’m pretty sure she meant off center. You can ask her at the high school reunion. There will be drinking, right?

  5. Heidi Jackson

    I love this post Marianne! You are so not to your prime yet… I heard for women it is in their 40s, so bring it on right! I guess if we think it is always ahead of us in some way, we’ll always be in some sort of prime….

    • I think I will adopt this attitude! Or maybe a destination: my prime will occur while I live in Europe.

  6. Trish Loye Elliott

    I can so commiserate with you. I feel exactly the same way! I’m turning 40 this year and I wonder how I ended up where I did. I was supposed to be an internationally acclaimed scientist and astronaut. The closest I got to space was buying Buzz Lightyear for my daughter.
    I hear ya about motivation too! I think with all this mindless stuff that we’re supposed to keep track of (socks, ballet shoes, scout books), it wears on us and sucks motivation out of us. Somehow we need to band together and egg each other on. (No, I don’t mean that you need to throw eggs at me to get me to go running!)
    Great post. Funny and so true. Keep writing (and running!).

    • Now that the space shuttle program has shut down, you can say that is the reason you are not an astronaut. I think if you threw eggs at me while running, I would run faster.

  7. I hate getting up early. It doesn’t matter the reason – my body is naturally nocturnal. I’d sleep in until 10 AM every day if I could (and stay up until 3 AM). I have always been this way.

    I has nothing to do with my prime. :p

    I joined a gym with 2 hrs childcare a day: it is my sanity and the only way I get a workout in.

    • The daycares at gyms here aren’t the greatest. There is nothing there for the older two so I have to go when they are in school and I finally quit when my three year old started screaming whenever he heard the word gym. I will be in my basement with my videos until preschool in the fall!

  8. Hi Marianne:

    I just found you via Clay and Leanne. You are hilarious, and this post was really excellent. I feel like you were sitting next to me while I was watching MODERN FAMILY. I always wonder how that family can have that fabulous house all decked out with Pottery Barn stuff when the real estate market is a train wreck.

    So excited to meet you. 😉

    Come and visit me at “Lessons From Teachers and Twits.” I’m the head twit. 😉

    • I bet they didn’t have to build their Pottery Barn furniture, like the rest of us, either! Thanks for finding me, I will check you out.

  9. Early? It’s 3AM and I’m still awake so I guess I’m up early every day! I abhor mornings – probably because of my night addiction.

    Prime? Not to worry you got rump shaker Zumba [All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom – JUST SHAKE YA RUMP] and Cougar status going for you! You are the picture of early primehood.

    • Thank you for the encouragement! My husband is a year and a half younger than me so maybe I am a cougar!

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