Another Year Younger

When I was a little girl, I always knew exactly how old I was.  If you would ask me, I would proudly announce that I was four and a half or nine and seven eighths, or even that I would be twelve in exactly four months, nine days and three hours. 

Knowing exactly how old I was very important to me.  That’s why I didn’t  understand why my mother couldn’t seem to keep track of how old she was.  Someone would ask her and I would burst into peals of laughter as she would tell the year and tell the asker to figure it out for themselves.  She wasn’t being a smart mouth, she simply couldn’t remember.  Mom always claimed that her age constantly changed and she shouldn’t be expected to keep track of something so silly.  Poor Mom…

A few years ago, I realized that it was getting harder and harder to keep track of my age.  I had come to agree with my mother that it was a silly thing  to worry about anyways.  For a while, I just told anyone that was interested that I was twenty-nine.  It seemed like a nice number to stop aging at. That was until my girls my girls decided to stop going along with it…

So, I relied on others to let me know how old I was.  At least until Shaun decided that it would be fun to mess with me.  He would add or subtract years as the urge came to him.  (I can’t imagine that this would surprise anyone that knows my husband.) 

This year, despite all of Shaun’s sabotage, I knew with absolute certainty that  I was turning forty-six.  Then KT informed me that I was mistaken…I was really going to be forty-five.  Sigh…

So, if you ask me today, I will proudly tell you that I am forty-five and one day.  If you ask me in a month or so…well…most likely I will tell you to do the math….

 

I’m working on a list of things to do within the next year.  Check it out at the top under 45 Things.  I’d love more suggestions!

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16 Responses to Another Year Younger

  1. I have this trick I do. Every year about three months before my birthday, I start thinking of myself as the new age I’m going to be. I have no idea why I do this. I just do.

  2. I once lost a whole year–I thought I was 36 when I was 35, so I ended up doing 36 twice.

    Happy Birthday–I’m about 6 weeks behind you on the 45 thing.

  3. Kathy Ariano says:

    I went around two years ago thinking I was 57 was I was actually 55! (There were reasons I majored in English.)

  4. Happy Belated Birthday, regardless of what year it *actually* commemorates. πŸ™‚

  5. Carol says:

    Happy birthday! Just a few more years until you get that invitation to join AARP! I know this, why? Um, just because…

    Carol

  6. Cheryl says:

    When asked her birthdate, Emily always replied, October 5th in the Fall. Always.

    I’ve never forgotten my age. I’d like to find out I was a few years younger!

  7. Hilary says:

    It just stops being fun to remember our age after a certain point, and begins being scary. You’re not at the scary stage yet though. πŸ™‚

    Happy Birthday!

  8. lynne says:

    Happy Birthday Susan, no matter what age you truly are!

    Too bad, but I always remember exactly how old I am. Your mother is one smart lady! πŸ˜‰

  9. Sam says:

    Happy Birthday!! I used to think exactly the same thing when I was younger – how could Mum need to work out how old she was? I now have to pause for a second myself!!

  10. Pamela says:

    45… like an old record 9:

  11. Jocelyn says:

    Clearly, you’ve mastered The New Math.

  12. amanda d says:

    That’s too funny. Hope you had a wonderful birthday!

  13. buon compleanno, no matter what your age!!!

  14. Cazzie says:

    What a story! Last night at work I almost fell over when a Doctor told me I did not look near the 40 years I am approaching. That Doctor is my new best friend, she said I did not look a day over 32, lol.
    Happy Birthday πŸ™‚

  15. Lisa's Chaos says:

    Oh Happy Birthday (late)! It’s funny to read your story because on birthday a week ago I had to subtract my year of birth to properly verify exactly if I was turning 42 or 43. I’m happy to say I’m 42. πŸ™‚

  16. tookshire says:

    I’m terrible at remembering my age as well. I found out last October, on my birthday no less, that I’m actually a year younger than I was ‘fessing up to the whole year! (I was subtracting birth year from current year, but not taking into account that the anniversary of my birth hadn’t been met.) So, now I’m 39 and holding (I think, LOL).