A few days before Christmas in Alabama there was a big blow up over waking up the boys. I guess when I say big I mean it was one of those waspy arguments that involved someone pulling the blanket off of someone else who refused to get out of bed, I can hardly remember the details. But just to set the record straight, I was totally in the right and sleeping past noon is ridiculous (and for some reason I get the a look of incredulity and maybe even a hint of disgust and pity when I say such things.)
I understand the wonder of sleeping in, I'm nineteen, I'm a college student, I'm on the level. But I am stone serious when I say that the latest I've ever slept in was 12:30 and that involved jet lag and a three hour time change. I shudder to think what these people who wake up at one or two or, heaven forbid, three o' clock in the afternoon are doing to their sleep cycles.
And so we get back to how I've become an old person. The other day I was at Target and I heard some positively foul language come out of the mouth of a girl who couldn't be older than thirteen, something along the lines of fornication with another classmate- I can hardly remember the details. And at first I was astounded, and then I realized that I probably said similar things around that age when I was around my friends. And that's not to say I'm so mature and grown up now, I don't consider myself to be, but I think my reaction was not in line with a nineteen year old California but more in line with a eighty-nine year old Arizonan.
I just think if I'm this crotchety now, what will I be like when I'm ninety and yelling at kids from my space porch as they go by on their hover scooters?
