Thank God It's Monday

Ok, so I didn't wear the hat, but it wouldn't fit under the helmet...

I remember having weekends where I would stay up late, party like an animal out on the town, go out for a 2 Bloody Mary brunch, lay on the beach all day, and do it all over again that night. We wouldn't even go out until 10:30 pm and we stayed out until 3am.

Times, they are a changing...ok, they totally changed.

Friday night, Todd and I watched 40 Year Old Virgin. It was bad. It was really bad. It seemed like it would never end. Probably, like the guy's virginity.
Saturday, I ran around Lake Harriet, dragged myself home, did the grocery list, ran errands, and made it to yoga at 3:45...barely. When I got home, I made dinner...sorta, I reheated stuff. Todd and I then sacked out in the batcave and watched the Aviator. It was...well...ok, I guess. Nothing to write home about. I got in an episode of Sex and the City, which was while Todd was on the computer, and then, I went to bed. I think it was, maybe, 10:30.

My life has become SO LAME!!!

Then, I realized, while I was running around Harriet this morning in the pouring rain (which was actually better than the 88 degree heat with 70% humidity the day before), that we actually had an invitation to go out on Friday and Todd and I both turned it down. Because, no matter how lame our lives seem now, we've done all that we needed to a long time ago and if we spend an entire weekend day cleaning out the fish tank and the laundry room (ugh, that sucked) It's because we can, not because we have to. We have both done our fair share of partying like it's 1999 and now, it's just nice to be able to get a good solid night sleep and pay our bills on time. Lame-O? Yes, very much so, but there's a lot to be said for growing up.

I envy the days, every once in a while, where I didn't need to spend a whole day weeding my garden and the biggest worry in my life was where we were going to go out to that night and if Bryan was going to be there (Oooooo, he was so smokin' hot). I remember getting all dressed up in leather and riding my motorcycle every where I went, hanging out at Bob's Java Hut by day, and First Avenue by night. I was smoking American Spirit cigarettes and drinking gallons of coffee or, if it was late in the eve, Long Island ice teas. Body piercings were still brand new, and I was one of the first people I knew to get my tongue pierced. I had flaming red hair, took martial arts classes, and had an attitude the size of Montana.

Then, came Jack.

Beautiful Bryan died when I was pregnant from a drug overdose. My clubbin' leather was replaced by maternity clothes and an air sick bag I was constantly throwing up in. I couldn't stand the smell of coffee, or cigarettes, or anything else for that matter. The tongue stud came out, because every time I threw up, it still felt like there was something in my mouth. The flaming red hair was chopped and dyed back to my natural color and I was on bed rest for 9 solid months.

I became a respectable mother (almost) and now, 9 years later, I would much rather spend my time at home with my husband on a Friday night, than going out drinking and partying. I'd rather get up and run around the lake than be nursing a killer hangover and eating gnasty fried food. I would certainly rather be cleaning out my son's fish tank and our laundry room than be laying on the beach taking swigs from the hidden flask we always brought...well, wait...maybe not the laundry room part. I almost commited husbandicide on that one...

Todd: Why are we throwing out this frisbee? It's a perfectly good frisbee! Amy: Because we don't play frisbee and we have another perfectly good frisbee in the garage we can not play with already!
Then, I caught him hiding stuff in drawers so I wouldn't pitch it out. He wanted to throw in the towel when the garbage was full.
Amy: WE AREN'T DONE!!! Cleaning the laundry room means we actually FINISH cleaning it out!!!
Todd: The garbage is full and you AREN'T putting and of that crap in the garage!
Amy: So, put it out and see if they take it! It certainly doesn't need to stay down here!
Todd: Why are you throwing out this rug?
Amy: Because, it's too small to fit your body in it.

Ok, so I take back the part about cleaning out the laundry room vs drinking myself into a stupor, but BESIDES that, I am very happy with my life.

Lame-O, yes, but I wouldn't want it any other way.