Poor me

I was sitting here at the computer this evening eating peanut m&m's and holding a heating pad on my hip when it struck me how funny it all was. So even though this is a blog about the kids I thought I'd share. It was either that or have a meltdown and cry. As I posted before I took my gray hairs quite hard. I still haven't gotten over them but now I just ignore them and pretend they aren't even there. I have even stopped looking in the mirror because the "laugh" lines are showing up everywhere. Why do they call them laugh lines anyway? Laughing is the last thing on my mind when I see them. So now I have to depend on the kids to tell me if I have any black hairs sticking out of my chin. This is a job that they, of course, find hilarious. Ha ha. And then earlier today Morgan talked me into playing a game of twister with her. I said yes after thinking about how much fun I used to have playing it. Pretty soon I'm all stretched out with one foot on one side and the other way over on the other side and squatting down so I could put my hands on the dots too. Right about then Morgan decides to fall over right onto my leg. My hip then decided to take offense at that and let me know it's displeasure by having a huge cramping fit. It felt like it was coming right out of the socket and I'm hopping around saying sorry to it over and over. It sure is hard to please too. I don't know how many sorry's it took before it forgave me. Which brings me to the pitiful shape I find myself in tonight. What do m&m's have to do with it you ask? Well, I figure that since I can no longer hold onto youth as evidenced by gray hair, wrinkles, chin hair, and brittle bones I should begin to embrace aging. Since the best thing to come from aging is grandchildren I am starting the planning now. The best grandma's are the ones that are soft and have plenty of padding when you want to sit on their laps or rest your head on their chest. I, of course, want to be the bestest best grandma. So I am eating my chocolate now to ensure I have a soft lap and plenty of padding. No, no it's not flawed thinking. It's just preferable to a meltdown. Now if you'll excuse me I still have half a bag to force down.