It happened quite suddenly.
The feeling that the Moth, (Man of the House), and I are becoming a bit…. old.
I shouldn’t be surprised, as this feeling isn’t really that new.
I first felt like this, when I turned thirty years old. How silly was I then? But of course, 30-year-olds don’t always have any point of reference for what older age really feels like, until now.
We feel our age a little more, every time a milestone passes. You know the sort where we get to celebrate yet another 12 wonderful months of life on this planet? Except you reach a point where you don’t want to celebrate the number, anymore. It is almost a forbidden word once you pass three score years, which I haven’t quite reached yet, but the Moth most certainly has.
Today, however, I did feel extra old, particularly when the Moth asked me a question and the ensuing conversation went like this:
“Have you seen that blue cold pack from the freezer?”
“No, should I?” (have seen it?)
“I just had a look and it isn’t there.”
“Are you sure?”
“You know – the blue one.”
“I’ve never seen a blue cold pack, but I did see an orange one there, last week.”
“Yeh – the orange one.”
(Sigh). “Yeh, it’s in there.”
“In the freezer?” [Long Pause].
“What’s in the freezer?”
“The Orange Cold Pack.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Have a look.”
“I did. It’s not there.”
“Well, have another look.”
“I did. It isn’t there.“
“Oh – there it is. I’ve found it!”
And there we have it. It is official.
Suddenly we are old.