Me

I have a life?

On Monday night I went out with three girlfriends for dinner and a movie. We had a great time.

On Tuesday night I went out with my two daughters to run a few errands .

Last night I met one of my girlfriends for a few hours of shopping and dinner. We closed down the mall.

Friday night my hubby and I are going out to a show and dinner with two other couples.

So, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when last night my son informed me that I was going out too much this week.

'Are you missing me?' I asked.

'Nope,' he said. 'You're just too old to have a life.'

Oy.

The saddest part? Part of me fears that he may be right.

I am kinda tired. Actually, I'm really tired.

This getting old stuff is bad. Really bad.

Sigh.

10 thoughts on “I have a life?

  1. Too old to have a life! Ha–don’t you just love the things kids come out with?
    Do you know who’s social calendar makes me tired just hearing about it? My parents! They’re constantly traveling places, going out to dinner, having friends over to play cards, going to theatre, playing darts and shuffleboard and bowling. I can’t believe how active they are.
    We are far from too old to have a life.

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  2. Ha! I’ve missed quite a few blog posts here. You’re looking for a job, juggling university classes, getting old! (-;
    I totally hear you though! I’m meeting a bunch of friends for dinner on Saturday night and they want to go dancing afterwards. Part of me would love to join them and part of me is thinking: who am I kidding?!

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  3. You are definitely not too old to have a life. Kids just think your life revolves around them so when you have “a life” it leaves them out. Nothing wrong with that.

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  4. Lately I find myself going to bed at 9:30 or 10:00 on a Saturday night when BB is at work. I think, “What the heck?” Then I remember that I like it a whole bunch more than going out late and sleeping Sunday away with an “overhang”!

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  5. My kids are accustomed to the having of a life, but middle daughter informed me a couple of weeks ago while shoe shopping that a pair of killer boots were “Um… kinda too sexy for a Mom, don’t ya think?!” I wanted to buy them just because of her comment and parade around singing that awful “I’m too sexy” song.

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