Not that long ago, I was a girl who was excited about the prospect of a night out. Oh and by “night out” I mean wearing my fancy heels, dinner at a nice restaurant, dancing with my gurrrls wearing my “bar” clothes, and making enough noise to be slightly north of obnoxious.
Suddenly I realize, me definition of a good time has changed. Dramatically. You know what excites me now? Prepare yourself, you may not be able to handle the awesomeness of it all….
–A night in. Put the kids to bed early. Have a late dinner, watch a rented movie and SPLIT a beer with my man. I am such a rebel!
Oh it gets worse. Prepare yourself for the other blow your socks off events things that I find extremely titillating. Ready?
–The Dollar Sale at the Grocery Store. Seriously, when I walk in and find out I can buy a bag of cookies, a bag of apples, a bottle of shampoo, a giant jar of pasta sauce and a huge carton of chocolate milk for FIVE bucks I am text my girlfriends, call my Hubby and spread the news happy. Pathetic.
-Kids get invited to a play date at the same time. The stars must have aligned because this means I have just scored an hour to myself. Love.
-Hubby surprises me by bringing me home a cup of coffee. (Large, double cream) Very Happy.
-Hitting all the lights green on the way home during carpool. Yes, this brings me joy.
-Finding some chocolate left in my super secret chocolate stash. Bliss.
So does this make me altogether too easy to please? Have I lost a little of my zest for it all? Nah, thinking I’m just in a happy place right now. Must be that, cause I don’t feel super old and pathetic…..?