Many things change as we age. Our hair gets slightly thinner, our skin getsslightly slacker, our faces get slightly wrinklier and our minds getslightly more confused. These are all things I’ve already come to terms with and am ready to accept. But what happened this weekend is unacceptable and I am unsure how to proceed from here.
I have a fairly large family by today’s standards. And we all live in the same neighborhood. Literally. There are but two streets that separate any of us. We’re a little commune minus the prairie dresses and braided hair. Weird for some but it definitely works for us.
I have an older sister with three kids, ages 13, 10 and 8years oldand atwin brother with two kids ages 10 and 7. Along with my own two, ages 7 and 3, my parents are the proud grandparents of 3 boys and 4 girls. They decided to have a girl’s night and take the little ladies out to dinner and then on to Build-a-Bear for a little retail therapy. The boys were going to convene at my house where my 13 year-old nephew would hold down the fort.
Time for a grownup night out. (Way) back in the day…before my kids were ever a little speck in my fallopian tubes…I enjoyed a night out like no other. I could spend hours in a club, dancing my much smaller behind off, until the wee hours of the morning. After what was essentially a power nap I could bounce out of bed, relatively unaffected, ready to face the day.
So, it should come as no surprise that I was anxious for a little time away from the kidlets. My sister and brother-in-law, brother and sister-in-law, the hubby and I set out for a night out on the town, starting with dinner at a local brewery. We were all reminded how nice it is to go out for a meal that does not include multiple trips under the table locating dropped crayons, cleaning up spilled drinks and refereeing “he’s touching me” feuds. To sit and actually taste the food one is ingesting is such a novelty and I will never take it for granted.
After dinner, none of us quite ready to call it a night, we headed towards a phenomenal bakery for a little sweet noshing. We sat over eclairs and peanut butter nanaimo bars laughing and teasing each other relentlessly. If there’s one areain whichmy family is particularly gifted it is in teasing and playfully exploiting the weak spot in our fellow members. Not necessarily something to be proud of but, hey, it’s our thing.
Following our dessert course my brother-in-law decided we needed to liven things up a bit and head to a Mexican restaurant cantina for drinks. “Heck ya,” we all answered, eager to channel our inner ‘younger selves’. We filed into the bar and huddled around a table, snatching up the drink menu. Two ChiChi’s,a couple of rounds of beer and a whole lot of laughslater we were ready to call it a night.
Jer and I stumbled home, exhausted,tummies full of delicious food and great drinks, satisfied with a full night out reminiscient of days long gone by. We were ready for bed.
Needing to pay my nephew for his mad babysitting skills I stole a glance at the clock to figure out how much I owed.
Wait. Are you freakin’ kidding me?
Our huge night out netted a return time of 9:30 p.m.. We managed to linger over dinner, enjoy dessert and imbibe in several drinks inapproximately three and a half hours. Wow.
Folks, Jer andI are officially losing our youth.This one caught me slightly off guard as I’ve been actively ignoring this particular rite of passage into mid-life. If our pathetic 9:30 curfew didn’t make this glaringly obvious, the pillow creases etched into my puffy face the following morning most certainly did.
Yes. Times…they are definitely a’ changing.