Wait, when did that happen?

Twenty eight is not old.  It just isn't.  So then how is it that in the past couple of weeks I have suddenly realized that I'm old.  Or at least, I'm not young anymore.  What a strange feeling it is to realize that what I formerly thought of myself is maybe not actually how I really am.

I have three kids.

And a minivan.

And a mortgage.

And last week I finalized my life insurance.  If there isn't a more boring or practical marker of being an adult I don't know it.

And today the babysitter called to ask me if it was OK to use me as a reference.  A reference I tell you!  I remember doing that exact same thing!

Also, I'm worried about the carpet.  Tonight I told the kids they couldn't eat downstairs on the new carpet.  Isn't that just what moms say?!  Only wait, I am a mom.  With a five year old.  I've been a mom for five years.

Plus, today I got a flu shot.  I don't remember feeling the need to do that before.

So as I try to digest how I feel about being old I decided to do something really young.  I took all the rewards money I had saved up on my gap card and bought myself a new fall coat.  In yellow.  And I didn't even feel guilty about it.  Because young people don't feel guilty about buying things for themselves on a whim.  And it is beautiful.