It’s late Saturday evening and normally I would be somewhere out with my friends, but not tonight. Tonight I am alone enjoying the silence of my home. My hubby is playing cards somewhere with his buddies, my younger son is on a sleepover with his classmate and my older son just turned 21 years old, so he rightfully getting drunk with his friends at a bar.
It just occurred to me that even 2 years ago if I had an opportunity for a free Saturday night, I would definitely get few of my girls together for a some good times…. maybe a movie, maybe some dancing……maybe both….
……It’s raining outside, the fireplace is crackling,
my cat is curled up at my feet, making me feel so worm and there is a re-run of “Will and Grace” on TV.
The first thought that popped into my brain is that there is no place I would rather be now than here-in my cozy and worm house. Is it the first sign of getting older? Should I start worrying now? But why?!?!?! It would just add few extra wrinkles to my face,….. so I relax, sip my red wine and don’t mind a bit that I no longer have an urge to go out and party hard on Saturday night!…..