It's Hard to be 40

This post is dedicated to the dreaded 40th birthday and all of the women in the world who must endure it!

It’s Hard to be 40

My mouth is a dry desert

yearning for water constantly.



My mind is a colander

losing thoughts and important things.



My body is a faded image

changing from curvy to straight.



My face is a wrinkle farm

hugging my eyes and mouth.



My elbows are sharp sticks

poking my husband in his sleep.



My teeth are cracked porcelain

keeping my dentist in business.



I wonder what 50 will be like?


(Based on the children’s book “It’s Hard to be Five,” by Jamie Lee Curtis.)


Photo credit: Corrina L. Terry and her Sharpie
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While I've been whining the last week or so about my upcoming 40th birthday it's to hide my true feelings. I've been panicking. I want to hide in bed. I want run away. Crying doesn't seem to help. A birthday is not something one can hide or run from though. It comes no matter what. Lying seems like the only option, but I hate lying. Besides, I stink at it, just ask Steven J. 

So I take a deep breath and shoulder the year. I can do it. Yes, I can. I can suck it up and admit to myself that I'm getting oldish. Older. For-ty. FORTY! Yikes! Where did the time go? Somebody pass me the chocolate.