Grumpy Old Me.

You know those BBC TV shows… Grumpy Old Men and Grumpy Old Women? Well I happened to catch the end of an episode of Grumpy Old Women the other night and a scary realisation hit me.

That’s me.

I’m turning into a grumpy old woman.

At the ripe old age of 38… and a half.

How did this happen?
When did this happen?

I remember way back in March ranting and raving about the ‘terrible service’ when Jet Star decided to cancel our flight home from the Bloggers Conference at 9pm on the Friday night, via text message. I wasn’t complaining about the fact that the flight we’d booked months in advance was cancelled at the last minute. No, I was ranting about the poor service, the fact that they didn’t even bother to call us in person, they cancelled the flight via text message. TEXT MESSAGE?!?!? I was ranting like an old woman because we couldn’t get ‘a real person’ n the phone and when we finally did they didn’t even pretend to care…. What happened to good old fashioned customer service???? Huh?? In my day…..

Then yesterday, as I was driving home from school pick up I saw two teenagers standing half on the road at a dangerous corner and these words came out of my mouth…

“What’s wrong with these children? Do they have a death wish????”

When did I start sounding like my mother?

Now don’t get me wrong, my mother is pretty cool as far as mothers go (Hi Mum), but she has a talent for saying the most ridiculous ‘just for the sake of saying something’ things. For example, every time I pack the kids in the car ready to leave their place she says “Make sure you drive carefully.”

Really? You really think you need to remind me to drive carefully? Because obviously without that timely reminder I am going to hoon off at 100 kilometres and hour with my four small children strapped into their car seats screaming the whole way.

And yet there I was, shaking my head and tut tutting like the grumpy old woman I’ve become and saying something ridiculous to boot.

Of course those kids had a death wish. They were standing on that corner just waiting to be a hit by a car, just so they could get out of walking the rest of the way home I’m sure of it…

It’s a sad sad day. It is not the wrinkles or the grey hairs that I have succumbed to it is the ranting and the stupid comments that have gotten me in the end. I guess I should just sign up for my seniors card now and be done with it…

{Image adapted from Rosino’s image, via flickr}

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  1. says

    I so love the Grumpy Old Series I keep missing it on tv but lucky my gives me access to abc iView which has it & it doesn’t count towards my limit for the month.

    I think I’m turning into my dad’s mum (my nana) then I am into my mum & I dont mind that cause my nana is a sweet lady love her to bits.

    (((( Hugs )))) XXXX Kisses XXXX

  2. nic says

    Hahaha! Well I feel normal then :-) Ive watched that show and nodded my head all the way through.

  3. says

    I’m also 38 Kate… rolling closer to 39.

    And it’s scary how young all the presenters on tv are looking lately.
    News presenters used to look so old not that long ago.

    The worst thing I found about reading your post, however, was your mother’s comments.

    Because I’ve recently started saying that to visitors.

    Hell, I say it to my mother.

    Where will it all end???

  4. says

    Hahahahaha!!!

    I am a grumpy old woman too. And I’m not even 35 yet!

    I tell hubster at the start of each run to drive safely, it drives him nuts! Cos he’s totally gonna go hooning in 80 odd tonne of truck!!

  5. says

    Yep, me too! I can so relate. I’m regularly horrified by what ‘the youth of today’ say and wear. I sounds just like my mum far too often ;-)