The Reality is that I'm getting Old

Sadly, I can't party like I use to. Life is different now.

In my early 20's I was in better physical shape, I had no kids, a job that I didn't care much about and a small apartment that I lived in by myself so who cared if clothes were strewn everywhere.

Now I have a husband, 4 kids, a career, a house to maintain and a crazy schizophrenic mutt - all things that require full Worker Mommy attention.

But try as I must, I just can't turn down girls night.

One of my best girlfriends emailed a week or so ago and said her hubby was going out of town. She invited me and a few of the gals over for dinner and maybe a cocktail or two at her 5 zillion square foot house right on a golf course.

Seriously, who in their right mind would decline that invite ?

I was excited and readily agreed and told hubby well in advance that he'd be on twin detail by himself that night.

I had a bit of trouble getting out of the house because B & J of course wanted to come with, hubby couldn't figure out what to cook for dinner so I had to do it but once I escaped it was like The Gods started singing.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

Let me tell you I had the best time - good girl talk, good food , good times.

Only I think I let the good times roll a little bit too much.

Several glasses of champagne (yes we were seriously celebrating)and multiple rounds of Taboo later I realized I was quite tipsy.

Oops!

We all stayed very late to sober our asses up ensure we all got home safely but here's the thing : the next day I was no good to anyone.

At 21, I would have been ready for a little of the "hair of the dog that bit ya" medicine and then been raring to go.

Not now. I was a useless lump on Sunday.

Well, I did manage to get up and fix breakfast. But it was cereal.

I did manage to entertain the kids (with a dvd while I laid on the couch).

and I did manage to cook dinner ( it was Hamburger Helper).

So what did I learn from all of this ?

I just can't hang.

I need to realize that I ain't the party gal I used to be.

Maybe "girls night" finally needs to cease. Maybe the 34 year old me just needs to hang it up. Maybe its the end of an era.

Well, either that

or

Next time, I need to send the kids to Grandma's for the day so that I can properly nurse my hangover.

Yeah, thats the ticket !