I once was a young mom and could have identified with the momaha blogs.
But now, alas, I am a 66-year-old nana and can only smile back fondly at the reminiscings the articles bring to mind.
Actually, life is pretty great right now, except for the aches and pains of growing older, and I would like to celebrate life and aging — sometimes getting older gracefully and sometimes not so much.
As I get older, life is not as hectic as it once was. There’s no rush to get the kids off to school and to work on time. Life as a retiree is pretty much perfect. I can get up and get dressed leisurely and with no one rushing me. Unfortunately though, it can be more challenging than it might seem.
Let me explain.
First of all, even a simple task like brushing my teeth can be difficult. I have one of these new-fangled battery operated tooth brushes. I sometimes turn on the toothbrush too soon, and toothpaste flies all over the bathroom. Other times I lose my concentration and toothpaste falls on my clothed body, and I have to gently remove white blotches from my otherwise clean night clothes.
Taking a shower is not quite as easy as it might appear.
For instance, I’m in the shower enjoying one of my favorite 15-minute activities of the day when it hits me: did I already wash my hair? I can’t remember. Or did I remember to put conditioner on? Or did I wash my body already? You get the idea.
I don’t usually remember, so sometimes I go through the routine two or three times. It doesn’t really matter. I’m retired.
Getting dressed can also cause some confusion.
I thought I put on deodorant, but I don’t remember. Let’s just put on some more. This can go on a few times a morning. I’m probably one of the best smelling women in Omaha.
Then it’s time to do my hair.
This can get very confusing with the amount of ‘product’ that I use. I have caught myself first using the transforming paste instead of the uplifting foam. Then I use the finishing spray before the working spray. I have messed this process up innumerable times in many different combinations.
Occasionally a skin care product will join the mix.
I’ve had some pretty weird hairdos due to memory lapses. But that’s OK too. I have time to fix it.
Time — what a great commodity.
Once I’m finally ready to start my day — lo-and-behold — it’s already 11 a.m. Good thing I’m still going to be on time to go out to lunch, play bridge or mah jongg, or just run errands.
Maybe I’d better start looking for my keys.
Claire Flatowicz, 66, is a mother of three, stepmother of two, grandmother of four, retired teacher, once divorced, and currently happily married.
Read her blogs every other Tuesday on momaha.com
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