I'm not 16 anymore!

This usually happens over Spring Break. I get really ambitious and decide to cram things I've been wanting to get done into one week. Well, here we are on day 2 and I've managed to take the kids bowling, clean the house multiple times including vacuuming every day, help my neighbor move furniture up and down stairs, help E make his first communion banner for school, polish and wax the car, and conduct a volleyball practice in the sand for K's volleyball team. I am tired, sore, and in desperate need of a nap. I'm not 16 anymore! I think I'm going to take tomorrow morning off and just lay around the house and watch a movie or something with the kids. Maybe read some books, and just chill. They want to go to Jumpin Joes to ride "Go Karts", but we'll have to see if we get around to that. We are also leaving for Denver early Friday morning. I have yet to touch the laundry and think ahead to that trip. I mentioned on Facebook that I bought a knee strap to help my presumably arthritic knee and how much it has helped. I asked everyone what that means. A high school friend commented that it means I'm getting old. I responded back, commenting on his head full of gray hair. What does that tell you? As I've connected with old High School friends on Facebook, the one thing they all mention about me is I look the same. I always chime in, "with a few more pounds". As I look back, I really haven't changed that much. I wear my hair pretty much the same, it's more or less the same color, and I haven't really had the facial changes that come with age. I attribute that to the native american heritage. My Cherokee and Choctaw relatives and ancestors didn't really start to "age" until very late in life. It seems I'm taking after that, and that's alright with me. Now, if only my muscles and joints got on board with this game plan!