Saturdays have changed…

Happy Saturday!

10 years ago, I would have been sleeping in until noon, trying to remember what city I lived in. My Friday nights used to consist of going out with friends, getting home early Saturday morning and sleeping until noon, ready to go do it again Saturday night.

Every Friday night, there is still a part of me that thinks that for some weird reason, I’m going to go back out to the bars, drink myself silly, and then come home; chug a bunch of water, and then wake up at noon and get ready to do it all over again. This literally never happens anymore. Now my Friday nights consist of diapers, Mickey Mouse, a glass of wine, and in bed by 9pm. I’m not complaining-it’s just different.

Let’s be serious, I physically can’t go do what I used to in college anymore, and I’m not sure that I want to either. When the rare chance comes when my wife and I do go out for a “night on the town”; the kids are still going to get up at 5AM. They don’t care what mom and dad did the night before. It’s pretty inconsiderate if you ask me. 5AM used to be the middle of the night, but now it’s pretty much my daily ‘rise & shine’ time.

Right now, as I write this, my 3 year old is sitting next to me hugging my right arm while she watches a “Sparkle Spice” YouTube video. Deviating a bit; have you seen the YouTube videos that toddlers are watching now days? They are literally adults either opening new toys or playing with toys in-front of a camera, using silly voices and many are making MILLIONS OF DOLLARS A YEAR doing this. Some people have all the luck.

Back to me. Last night (Friday), my wife and I watched an episode of “The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” on Netflix on our laptop while drinking wine out of a Tervis Tumbler and were both sleeping by 9:30. “Saturday is going to be great” I thought, I haven’t had 10 hours of sleep since Bush was in office.

Fast-forward to 1:30AM. Scream-crying from the 9 month old’s room. Parents-you know the cry…the one where you’re not 100% certain they are going to stay conscious during the duration of the “exhale cry”. Oh goody…

Fast forward to 3:30AM. Silence!! Not a peep from either room. Let me say, my wife is a champ; I rarely get up with my youngest daughter. Not because I don’t like helping (ok-sometimes I’d rather sleep), but because she has the patience of a saint. For 2 hours, she was in her room making sure she goes back to sleep while I watch the 3 year old on the monitor, anxiously awaiting her inevitable wake up cry from the demonic screams of the 9 month old. Lucky for me, last night she didn’t wake up. “OK”, I thought as my wife got back into bed “I can still get about 8 hours of sleep if we make it to 8AM.

Fast forward to 5:20. 3 year old is up. I mean, up-up…ready for the day. Ready to party. Maybe tomorrow night I’ll get 8 hours.

This is my life now and I wouldn’t change it. It is weird how much life changes in 10 years. For some it doesn’t, and that’s OK-but I love the way things are now. I loved life 10 years ago and I love it today, I just have darker circles around my eyes now. The priorities in life change over the course of 10 years. Mine sure have-more than I ever thought they would. I’m OK with that. I’m sure in 10 years, they’ll change again… They might change in 10 minutes, who knows! That’s what makes life fun!

I’m not sure where to go with this post or how to end it–but I wanted to keep the posts coming and according to experts, you’re supposed to have “content” almost on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this counts as content–there isn’t even a point. It’s just a stream of my consciousness–which maybe will be what this entire blog will be. I don’t care, I like it.

-ML

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