Hard times

See the burger king sign in the background.  It's all true.  And look at my bangs!  Awesome.

So Saturday night I was sitting in the church parking lot about 10:30 waiting to pick up 40 kids from the dance and to shove them in every possible crevice of my car.  (And don't forget the back smells like total death from the people before us, who either spilled a ton of dairy back there and never cleaned it up, or because they murdered someone and hauled them around in the back of my suburban for weeks.)  Either way the ones in the trunk got a nose full.

Anyway, I digress.  I was waiting to pick up all these kids and all of a sudden I thought, "When did this happen?? When did I become the old lady mom waiting to pick up the kids instead of the being one of the cool kids leaving the dance and heading over to Burger King afterwards.  WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?  It really freaked me out and I've been a little depressed ever since.

Life is flying by too quickly.  One second ago I was 14, running around the dances and being just as annoying as Courtney and her friend Ally.  (Sorry mom).  When did I get all old? "I'm the crypt keeper!!!" 

I know I have five kids, I know I've gained a bazillion pounds, but somewhere in my mind, I didn't get older.
Now I know for sure.  And I don't think I like it.