I dug through my closet searching for bathing suits, cover-ups and loose sundresses. My suitcase sat on top of my bed bright yellow with hot pink paisley’s on my white comforter, clothes scattered around my room. I always say I’m going to pack light for the beach. I know I’ll wear basically the same three outfits the whole time. I just never know which outfits I’ll want. So I take them all.
I mentally went down the list of things I planned to do with my kids this week to make sure I’d packed everything we needed. As I packed my swim skirt and big floppy hat for a trip to the water park, I caught myself thinking, “I wish I had a pair of aquasocks…”
I gasped. The horror.
Aquasocks or the desire for them, are a red flag, indicating impending old fogeydom. (I cannot believe that spellcheck didn’t flag fogeydom.)
My mind spun out of control. I saw myself wandering aimlessly around Gulf Shores in my big floppy hat, a mou mou, and aquasocks shopping for my own fanny pack. Which would probably be embroidered with something classy like, “I’d be dead in dog years.”
Visor: check. Cheesy shades:check. Aquasocks that are 3 sizes too small? CHECK!
I shivered at the thought and began sorting through the clothes I’d already put in my suitcase, attempting to narrow things down. I realized I hadn’t actually packed everything I owned— just everything with an elastic waistband or no waistband at all.
The drive to the beach wasn’t nearly as hard as it normally is. Mostly because I finally had a brainwave and brought a babysitter with me. It was life changing to be able to make pit stops not have to unload all three kids and find their shoes every time somebody needed to pee. It was equally as amazing to have someone to talk to for six hours who didn’t screech at me, “MOOOOOMMMM!”
I had almost forgotten about my impending old fogeydom when I cracked a joke making reference to the movie “Dumb & Dumber” and my babysitter looked at me slightly confused.
“You know from ‘Dumb & Dumber’?” I asked.
She shook her head, “I’ve seen parts of it.”
If Harry and Lloyd are no longer culturally relevant, I guess I might as well go ahead and buy those aquasocks I’ve been eyeing. If you need me, I’ll be wandering around Gulf Shores looking for that fanny pack.
Are you seeing any red flags of your own impending old fogeydom? What are they?