me

Did I tell you about me?  I'm 50.  I hated being 50 and now I know why.  I felt old, past it with nothing good to look forward to.  I was dead right.  They say 50 is the new 40 but it's not.  It's old.  You get ill, you get old, you get slow, you get the menapause (not there yet but probably the drugs I'll be taking will take care of that).  Too old to be employed.

An old Mum with two growing boys of 8 and 10 yrs old.  The apples of my eye.  We are close, I took a lot of time off to be with them when they were young.  We have no family here in Paris so we are really close and do most things together.

I feel guilty that I had my kids late now, if I'd have done it earlier then at least they'd be going through this thing older and more able to understand.  Instead they have an old codger for a Mum who's getting sick like old codgers do.