Mid-life Mummy is a woman in crisis. If she's not careful, she sometimes muses, she's might well end up buying a Harley, dying her hair purple, getting piercings in odd places and hanging out with hookers.
Since she turned 40, Mid-life Mummy has the feeling that time is running out and what has she actually achieved? Ok, she's managed to spawn a handful of sprogs, maintain a reasonable marriage (and if Jeremy put the toilet seat down once in a blue moon it would probably be the perfect marriage) and she had a half-decent career once, but she's hardly made a dent in her 'things to do before I'm 40' list and now that timescale is sadly out of date.
Frankly, MLM feels old. She feels past it. And this is not a good thing.
Suddenly having kids enrolled in one of Dubai's swankiest schools, two luxury holidays a year and a top-of-the-range Land Rover is not enough. Even the membership at the Golf Club seems a bit hollow these days, although when Jeremy first got it she was thrilled, of course. Her friends were so envious!
MLM tried to give herself a makeover to see if that would help, but her expensively cut and highlighted hair feels a bit stiff and, at a certain angle, makes her look frighteningly like Nancy Reagan. The botox and fillers worked as they should, but they didn't make her look young exactly, just glossier and more polished. The same goes for all the carefully selected outfits she splurged on at S*uce recently - they looked cool in the shop but on her...well, they just look like expensive clothes covering the carefully gym-honed body of an older woman.
When MLM goes to Pierchic or the Rivington Grill for supper, she looks at her equally glossy and similarly prosperous dining companions and sighs. Secretly she would rather be dancing on the sand at Nasimi Beach and getting down with the kids. But how could she? Jeremy would think she's gone mad, not to mention the fact that it would probably ruin her pedicure.
What to do? Mid-life Mummy is at a loss. Tomorrow, she decides, she will book herself in for a day at the Angsana Spa and see if one of their glorious massages will help give her clarity. And if not, well, there's always next week's charity tennis tournament to distract her...
Most likely to say: "Fine wine gets more valuable and sought after as it ages, while older women simply get shoved into the bin ends category. Life really isn't fair, is it?"
Least likely to say: "Sod ageing! I'm going to celebrate my wrinkles with a hot toyboy and a round-the-world ticket - first stop, Buenos Aires!"
Since she turned 40, Mid-life Mummy has the feeling that time is running out and what has she actually achieved? Ok, she's managed to spawn a handful of sprogs, maintain a reasonable marriage (and if Jeremy put the toilet seat down once in a blue moon it would probably be the perfect marriage) and she had a half-decent career once, but she's hardly made a dent in her 'things to do before I'm 40' list and now that timescale is sadly out of date.
Frankly, MLM feels old. She feels past it. And this is not a good thing.
Suddenly having kids enrolled in one of Dubai's swankiest schools, two luxury holidays a year and a top-of-the-range Land Rover is not enough. Even the membership at the Golf Club seems a bit hollow these days, although when Jeremy first got it she was thrilled, of course. Her friends were so envious!
MLM tried to give herself a makeover to see if that would help, but her expensively cut and highlighted hair feels a bit stiff and, at a certain angle, makes her look frighteningly like Nancy Reagan. The botox and fillers worked as they should, but they didn't make her look young exactly, just glossier and more polished. The same goes for all the carefully selected outfits she splurged on at S*uce recently - they looked cool in the shop but on her...well, they just look like expensive clothes covering the carefully gym-honed body of an older woman.
When MLM goes to Pierchic or the Rivington Grill for supper, she looks at her equally glossy and similarly prosperous dining companions and sighs. Secretly she would rather be dancing on the sand at Nasimi Beach and getting down with the kids. But how could she? Jeremy would think she's gone mad, not to mention the fact that it would probably ruin her pedicure.
What to do? Mid-life Mummy is at a loss. Tomorrow, she decides, she will book herself in for a day at the Angsana Spa and see if one of their glorious massages will help give her clarity. And if not, well, there's always next week's charity tennis tournament to distract her...
Most likely to say: "Fine wine gets more valuable and sought after as it ages, while older women simply get shoved into the bin ends category. Life really isn't fair, is it?"
Least likely to say: "Sod ageing! I'm going to celebrate my wrinkles with a hot toyboy and a round-the-world ticket - first stop, Buenos Aires!"
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