Over the Hill I guess

Apparently I'm no longer what they call a "Spring Chicken".

Sometimes, I am reminded in a not-so-subtle way that I am no longer 21...or even in my early twenties.

For example, when I drink more than two glasses of wine, I can't seem to get out of bed the next morning/day until noon. Oh, and I can just forget about getting any school or housework done.

And the past year of recruiting on college campuses at my previous job...I could no longer pass as a college student. There definitely comes a point when you are looked at as more of a professional adult rather than a free-spirited sorority girl walking to class.

Another reminder? The responsibilities that go along with being an adult: bills, mortgages, job stress, straightening out insurance issues, retirement plans etc. etc. etc.

But yesterday's incident topped them all.

I was walking over to the Teen Center at my after school program. Just as I went to open the door, a boy sitting on the steps with one of his friends said under his breath, "Watch out Scott! You're going to hit the old lady."

Yes, that's right. I got called an "Old Lady".

Hmm. Next thing you know, I'm going to be gathering exact change in my coin purse at the grocery store and getting AARP magazines in the mail.

Oh and to top my uplifting experience at work?

I got pummeled in the face yesterday with a kickball. My jaw started swelling and is still sore.

Oh, kids. What would we do without them?

(Probably feel a lot younger).