When I graduated college and got my first job with a real salary, I felt like I was getting old.
When I adopted my first pet, actually signed the paperwork and took him to the vet on my own, I felt like I was getting old.
When I lived completely alone for the first time, no roommates, no parental support, when I paid all of my own bills and did my dishes only if I felt like it, because there was no one else to complain about it, I felt like I was getting old.
When I called AT&T to complain about our service and the DVR malfunctioning, (I have to keep caught up on my sit-coms) I felt old.
When my friends started having parties at 2:00 PM so that it wouldn't interfere with nap or bedtime schedules, I really felt like I was getting old.
But nothing was as much of a wake up call as what happened this morning.
After rolling out of bed and stepping over the dog on the floor, I went to the bathroom and washed my face. Looking at myself in the mirror, I pulled out the makeup remover and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to get the remnants of mascara off.
I dropped 3 drops out of the bottle and rubbed under my eyes.
I looked into the mirror, dropped 3 more drops out of the bottle, and rubbed under my eyes again.
I looked into the mirror, dropped 3 more drops out of the bottle, and furiously rubbed under my eyes one last time.
I stood in front of the mirror, hands flat on the counter, and, squinting, moved my face closer and closer to examine what was happening. Slowly the words fell out of my mouth,
"That's not mascara, those are my eyes."
Is this how it happens? One day you just wake up and notice that your face has changed?
Next I'm clipping coupons and wearing foam curlers to the store? I'm trading in Toms for orthopedic non-slip soles? Listening to Rod Stewart and talking about the good old days? (Actually, confession: I love Rod Stewart, so that part I can live with.)
Is this how it happens?