whomever said that "30 is the new 20" should be beaten with a stick
Karen and I went out Saturday night to a not-so nearby bar... I had two rather large Jack and Gingers... and the rest of the night was fun. Dancing was involved. We stayed until the bar closed... at 2am. Got home by 3am. And slept for 2 hours before both kids were up... what ensued was a day of zombie-like concentration and monotony. I couldn't move. Now. If I were 24- not 34- this would have been a breeze. But I felt like my blood was sludge and my battery was on low. Ugh. I wanted to take a shower but the shower curtain broke... and by the time I got to the shower (read: bath) there was no hot water left. Lukewarm bath anyone.
Conclusion: I am old
Conclusion: I am old