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.'
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.