The first sign that you’re old — you are worn out simply from exerting energy. Don’t get me wrong, when I set out on Friday morning I was full of adrenaline. Imagine a day with no kids, no work, just me and the hubby!
We went to an amazing brunch where we sipped Mimosas, spoke of travel and ate three courses at a leisurely pace. Can you imagine?
I rocked my blow out:
1. Saturday night dinner, complete with sushi and beer. To be honest Ian and I used to do this regularly until he tore his Achilles tendon and has been laid up for the past 11 weeks. This was the perfect occasion to revive the experience.
2. Movies. Like in a theater. With other grown-ups. And popcorn. And no sharing (don’t be jealous). We saw Friends With Kids. It was so-so. And by so-so I mean Jennifer Westfeldt wrote and directed a somewhat interesting story with a really original concept, but she cannot act. Not even a little bit. I wonder if it was as painful as all her Botox injections.
3. SLEEP! I don’t know who read my blog – my kids or God, but I can assure you someone was on board. We are talking minimal night wakings and 645 rise and shine times. It was nothing short of glorious!
In the meantime I have ignored my blog, my friends blogs, Facebook, Twitter and, oh yes, my kids. If you see them roaming around the city, please take good care of them. And give them a kiss from mama. I promise I will get my act together sometime this week.