Entzauberung - life in the 30's....

Bianca keeps appearing on my shoulder like one of those little angels (or is it demons?) in the Bugs Bunny cartoons which say 'do this', or 'do that'. So instead of continuing on in my quest to get my supervisor of my back with the 'when is the next chapter draft coming Nick?', I've decided to write a post here. Its not that I haven't wanted to. Its just that I've been busy...honest. What with Lecturing, Tutoring, Marking, Young Mensing, Parenting, Husbanding, Blogging (on my other blog), Treasuring (for the soccer club), Home Teachinging (ok...now I'm stretching the truth) and most importantly Sleepingening....

So I thought I would preempt everyone who will be asking the question over the next few days, 'What's it feel like to be 30 you old man...' to which I will reply, 'don't ask me, I'm still 25...at least I look it right?'.

And so my 30th year begins. My daughter gets heavier, and alot naughtier; My son gets hair quicker than me, and he's still bald (I fear....I really fear); My Wife gets more and more cocky...and she has every right to. For three years straight now I've been mocking her age. 'Ewww...don't touch me old woman,' or 'you sure your memory isn't going?'. Oh the cruel hand of fate. Now I hear, 'You're getting old honey...'

And I feel it. I hear the groans from the 50/40 + people reading this with the cliche, 'oh come on now...to be 30 again (sigh)'. But my 30th year brings a few things to my mind. First, if I was still in YSA, I would be in my final jump to single adulthood. SCARY. I suppose it means I'm 'supposed' to be an 'adult' now? I dunna think so. I will still watch the Simpsons in abundance, even if I have seen the episode a hundred times over. I will still laugh at my daughter and son flatuating in public (and private) places...even myself (yes its true). I will still create myself in FIFA 2008 as a young fit and incredibly talented soccer player who is bought by Tottenham Hotspur for a cool $20 million pound...even though my knees are likely to break in half any day now...oh yes and finally, I WILL STILL BE 2.5 YEARS YOUNGER THAN BIANCA!!!! HAHAHA.

So despite the title of the post (which means disenchantment), I reply to the question posed above with, 'fine, I don't feel any different to the past 30 years of my life'. At least that is what I will say as my left knee cracks, my right ankle creaks, my Son cries and pulls on my pants, my Daughter then kicks him in the bum, my Wife asks me for money and my Supervisor chastises me for posting here instead of writing some more......