by Sharon Copeland

Created on: September 13, 2010

I really don't consider myself old.  Unfortunately my body has another idea.  I have always been a person that loves to sleep in.  I would often hear of the older crowd talking about getting up at the crack of dawn. Why in the world would anyone opt to get up before the sun?  Now that I am getting older I find myself automatically waking up...you got it, before the sun.  My poor eyeballs just pop right open and I can't seem to talk them into doing anything other than staying open.

Getting out of bed seems to be more challenging.  My feet hurt and my knees make some awful sounds as I make my way to the kitchen to make some coffee.  I start to rethink the coffee thing.  Calcium is probably a better choice with that knee noise, so I start to go for the milk instead.  Since my mind was already focused on the coffee thing I have already put the coffee filter in and hit the "on" button before I realize that I wasn't even going to drink coffee today.  So much for the mind being intact.

At the office I go to the water cooler to rehydrate.  I had been typing and looked down only to find my grandmothers skin where my hands used to be.  I am hoping water will perk up the wrinkles just a bit.  While there, a few co-workers are exchanging jokes that they read on their facebook pages. I find myself giggling and then remembered that I can't get myself too worked up because I might pee my pants.  Trust me, that isn't an event that you want to end up on someones facebook page.  If it does happen, you just might end up as tomorrow's water cooler joke.

As evening approaches my husband and I talk about where we want to go for  dinner.  We decide to hit the new Mexican restaurant that just opened.  As we head for home I notice that my husband is starting to drive rather fast.  We take one curve faster than the next.  I also notice that he has become rather quiet and is breaking out in a sweat. I start to laugh, knowing these signs all too well.  As I watch him hurry to get out of the car once we hit the driveway, my life suddenly turns into an Imodium AD commercial. Life is funny, you start out in diapers and I guess you end up in them too.

As it nears 8:30 I know I need to get ready for bed.  After all, my eyes will open at 4:30 whether I am ready or not.  I start to wonder...if things are like this now...what will I be like when I hit 50?!

Learn more about this author, Sharon Copeland.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.