I was washing dishes this morning, and the only way I can seem to do household chores is if I’m blasting music at an unreasonably high decibel level. So there I was, deafening my entire family and the neighbors while cleaning the kitchen, when it occurred to me that I’m old.

I haven’t been to a show/concert in forever. Also, the kind of music I really like is pop punk which, if I even could make it out of the house and to a show, is a favorite of people ten or more years younger than me. It would be kind of awkward to be rocking out with kids that I could have potentially substitute taught.

How did I get so old? I mean, I’m not that old, I’m only 31, but I find myself using expressions like:

“I’m really disappointed in you.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” and
“For crying out loud.”

I’ve also developed the inability to operate cutting edge electronic equipment such as the Xbox, Play Station 3, and Blu-ray. Every time Wil plays a movie for Ari on these systems, I have to ask him to turn it on and off because I can’t figure out how to do it myself. This reminds me of the teachers I used to make fun of who were unable to operate a simple VCR in the classroom.

Before I know it, I’ll be going through menopause! It’s insane. I feel like only yesterday I was just entering high school. What happened? I guess I grew up! As a child, I was so terrified of growing up and becoming an adult and all of sudden, it happened! BAM! I have a fiance and two kids. Whoa. I need to take a breath here.

Is anyone else out there mourning their youth?