(The hormones were helping, but he totally would have deserved it.)

You totally should've done it. We all want to, and the hormones might've been an excuse for a jury to let you off.

My mom put things into perspective for me last week. by my age, she had a 13 and 11 year old, she had already been in a role of taking care of her parents in medical situations for more than 15 years (she took a semester off college to care for her father after a stroke, then was caregiver after surgeries at different points while we were pre-school and early school aged), we as a family were in our third town and purchased house also. There had also been the whole move from the military to civilian life.

Too bad I don't know where to get Indian over here.

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My mother when she was my age (36) had 13, 10 and 7 year olds, and was divorced and dating. Also, I suspect she was better looking than I am now. I think having kids in your 30s ages you more.

I was graduating high school when my parents were my age. But then I was unexpected and hastened marriage plans. My Dad said it was awkward going to the minister to tell him about his daughter being with child.

By the time my mom was my age (43), she was married twice, divorced twice, had kids age 21, 18, and 16, had nearly died three years earlier, and had a better dating life than either of her two teenaged daughters.

how do you date with 3 kids?!?!?

Sometimes I really feel it's rediculous that I have as hard of a time dealing with my life as I do. Things could be so much more challenging and people manage all the time. I am beginning to think of it as the equivilent of having a bunch of work to do, but it is all non-urgent and so people like me piddle along getting not much done and complaining a lot.

By the time my mother was my age (48 in June), both of her children were out of the house, and she'd been a grandmother for 8 years. She'd become a nurse's aid, joined the Air Force, was the only one of her family to leave Georgia, lived in California, Canada and Florida and worked as bookkeeper, beautician, cashier and sales clerk. She had survived two bouts with cancer, but wouldn't survive the third and died when she was 50.

So when my Mom was my age she was at the end of her life.

My mom had 3 kids at my age and was a couple months away from being pregnant with #4.

And now it's time for a funny Dylan story. We've been trying to teach him courtesy - Please, Thank you, You're welcome, etc. So this morning:

DH: <sneeze!>
Me: Bless you! Dylan, what do you say when someone sneezes?
DYLAN: Damnit!
Parents: <fall over laughing>

My mom was a late starter for her generation--at my age (31) she had been married for years (and had lived in another country!) but had only just had me a few months earlier.