I think I need to start posting right now just to get my brain going. I feel pretty awake but for some reason, I am totally blanking when my boss asked me to “look up our handbook rep.” Handbook? What handbook? We have the Scott Foresman handbook but we just got a literal ton of those delivered and it’s the newest version. There’s a teacher guide which is sort of like a handbook, but there’s no isbn on there; it comes from the copy shop. So what in the lord’s good name handbook is she talking about?!? Sigh. It’s also been 3 years since I took pedagogy and I don’t just remember off the top of my head which books we used. In fact, my memory has been getting like that. I used to have a memory like a steel trap but as of the last year or so, I’m losing bits and pieces. Maybe I’ve moved out the inconsequential stuff to make room for more important information. Or maybe I am just getting old.

With that said, I will be 28 on the 27th of this month. That’s not all that far away. It’s also not that old but in general, we have a lot of friends who are slightly younger. That word – slightly – makes a big difference if it’s between 28 and 22. I think somewhere in there you grow up A LOT and that’s where the gap forms. A couple of Ash’s friends helped us build our new desk yesterday and they are both just turned 21. Although we can still relate on some things and carry on regular conversations, it still occurs to me just how far they still have to go.

And on the subject of age, on Saturday I told my grandfather – my dad’s dad – that I am pregnant. Now, I won’t go giving you all the background on him but he’s old school Southern, hardcore. So when I told him, he was very happy, proud etc. And then he said, “I bet yer mama and daddy are real upset though because yer out of the right age bracket; too old to be havin’ kids now.” Um, ok. My mom and dad were 30 when they had me. My grandfather was 30 when my dad was born, and he’s the oldest. It’s just another thing in a long line of things that I did wrong in comparison to my cousins, who are about 5-6 years older than I. They were good at things like baseball and beauty pageants. They were also good at not going to college and having shotgun weddings. Plus, they all pumped out about 3 or 4 kids before they were 32 or something. Hell, I don’t even know. I DO know that 28 is not that old to be starting a family. Not in this day and age.

I just realized that I need to get on my step stool and fix the clock in my office. I nearly had a mini-heart attack when I looked up and saw 7:30. Geez; it’s gonna be along day. Happy Monday!