This morning, I went to one of those walk-in clinics to have my ear examined. I think that I got an upper respiratory and sinus infection, and fortunately, I had a stash of a course of antibiotics that I started a couple of days ago. This morning, I could hardly hear out of my left ear, so I thought I would pop in to see a doctor at the walk-in clinic to rule out an ear infection. I had one last year, and it arose rather quickly and was very unpleasant.
As the nurse was taking my vitals, we started talking about what sounded like a very upset small child in one of the rooms. The nurse said "don't tell anyone, but it is his one year birthday today." I offered sympathy for the poor little guy, and mentioned that I had a little one of my own, soon to be eighteen months old. I thought the nurse was going to fall off the chair, he seemed so surprised. He said "oh???" Then he mentioned that his baby days were over, giving me the ages of his kids, which ranged from 24 to 35 (geez, he didn't look old enough to me to have kids of that age). He also mentioned that he has a grandchild who is 9 years old.
I was a little taken aback by his obvious surprise that I had a small child. It really isn't that unusual, is it? Things like that make me feel so old. I think it will only get worse as time moves on, because I will look more like a grandma than I do now (and I don't think I look that much like a grandma, thank you very much). Sheesh, I will be 60 when DD is 14, and DH will be 71. I hope we don't embarrass her too much with our geriatric selves!