When Did I Get Old?!

Sorority recruitment starts this week at the University of Hawaii. I’ve been getting things together in order to help  the chapter out a little bit. Since I’m the advisor for the new member educator though, my job doesn’t actually start until the new girls get their bids at Bid Day.

This weekend I was cleaning up the house a bit, so that a handful of girls could come over to craft for Bid Day. I wanted to give off the appearance that I was a real adult who actually had their shit together. I can’t remember the last time I cleaned the house so well.

Somewhere in between wiping up toothpaste from every corner of the girls’ bath room and picking up the 300 brightly colored plastic cups from my kitchen island, it hit me. I’m old.

Back when I was in college, the sorority’s national council would send a consultant to our chapter once or twice a year, just to make sure that things were running up to par. The consultants are women who have graduated and been hired to work for the sorority. As a collegian, I remember being terrified of this woman. She was an actual grown up with a grown up job and her shit together.

And now here I am as an alum adviser for the chapter. I’m at least half a decade older than the consultant that is here in town to help out with recruitment, and possibly an entire decade older than some of the girls in the chapter.

I have kids that I drive around in my minivan SUV (praise the Lord!). I pack lunches in the mornings and snacks for gymnastics in the afternoon. Plus, we’ve added Girl Scout meetings to mix.

I have no idea when this family with a dog thing happened, but it snuck up on me. It feels like just yesterday, I was still in college binge drinking and fully functioning the next time. Oh, how times change!