Fayette-Mom: Lordy, Lordy, Mommy's not 29

If you run into my kids this week and they seem utterly pleased with themselves, it is not without cause. You see, in their world, not much trumps being able to tease their mother about something — and this has been a banner week.

They’ve had several days in which they could chorus, at the tops of their lungs, a song that most women dread hearing directed their way for most of their adult lives:

“Lordy, Lordy……Mommy’s……..not…..29” (ahem).

Please understand — vanity went out the window long ago, just around the time that I figured out I faced a daily choice: Grab 20 minutes of sleep while the baby is still dozing, or forgo the extra sleep in lieu of a shower.

Sleep’s been winning that race since 2004.

Oh, I kid. Now that both kids are in school most of the day, I do actually bathe with regularity. Even curl my hair and slap on some lip gloss, most of the time.

So no … I was not approaching my …. very special birthday ….. with any kind of hope of staving off Father Time. In fact, I am quite comfortable with where I find myself in the walk of life, thank you very much.

I just don’t see the need to broadcast it for the whole neighborhood to enjoy. I would have much preferred to let it pass as any other day, at least to the outside world.

No, dear husband, I don’t want 40 pink flamingos to dot the lawn.

Thanks girlfriends, but no black balloons necessary.

Really, can we just move along here, people????

Yes, we could …. except, that is, for my children.

How at the ages of 8 and 6 do they know how much their song makes me … squirm?

Especially when I’ve been so stoic about it!

Ahem.

After the third day, I stopped fighting it. Sing all you want kids ---- let the whole world know.

That’s right … your dear old mom is ……

… not a day over 31.