I'm old.

Want to know how I know I'm old? Because I can no longer drink alcohol like I could when I was 23.  I went out for drinks on Friday night.  I met some of my former co-workers for happy hour.  I was the first one to get there at 4:50.  The next person to show did not get there until 6:15.  So looking like a total loser, sitting at a table for six by myself, I decided to just drink.  I was on my third beer when my friends showed up.  I then proceeded to drink another three beers, a Malibu and diet Coke, and a shot (some fruity concoction) through the course of the night.  I had a great time.  I really did.  But then I woke up Saturday morning....totally hungover.  And I stayed hungover all day.  I was miserable.  Every time I stood up, I was dizzy and nauseous.  Basically, I was in a horizontal position either in my bed or on my couch all day.  The hubs was so sweet.  He took the girls out for a few hours and told me to go back to bed. 

At 3 o'clock, I was able to stand up long enough to get dressed for our date night (dinner and going to see The Hunger Games with another couple).  Normally, the text I received from my friend would have been awesome.  She texted me a couple hours before the movie to let me know that she was bringing water bottles full of Diet Coke and Malibu rum (for us to enjoy during the movie).  I felt nauseous just thinking about drinking it.  Needless to say, I passed on the offer.  The good news was that by the time the movie started at 4:45, I was feeling better.  Thank goodness.  But I have learned that I am no longer 23 and my body is not a fan of drinking that much anymore.  It's official, I am old.  Ha!

I hate when my kid doesn't nap.

I really hate when my kid doesn't nap.  She goes into her room like she's going to take a nap.  Then five minutes later, I hear her door open.  She'll stand there, completely still, and wait.  That's usually when I tell her to "go lay down and take a nap."  But I can't say it too loud because then my youngest will wake up.  Rinse and repeat for the next 30-45 minutes.  I don't so much care that she isn't taking a nap.  I just want her in her room and quiet, so I can have a few minutes to myself, to have just a few precious moments of silence.  You know what I'm talking about, the moments that aren't "Mom? I want a drink."  "Mom? Can we play outside?" "Mom? Is Daddy working?" "Mom? What are we going to do after I wake up tomorrow?" "Mom? I want a snack." etc, etc, etc. 

As a stay at home mom, those moments of silence are gold.  It's my time to recharge my batteries and veg out, whether that means surfing the internet, blogging (as I'm doing right now), reading a book, or taking a nap.  It's just my time without my kids.  And it is glorious.  Because let's be real, I can't start drinking this early, can I?  It's 5 o'clock somewhere, right? Right? MOTY, right here.