Growing Old!

OK so its 7:30 Sunday morning and I have been up for over an hour. Does anyone else see something wrong with this? No, let me paint a better picture for you. When I decided to go ahead and get out of bed at 6:15 I had already been laying there awake for about 1/2 an hour trying desperatlely to get back to sleep. I finally figured I would just go ahead and get up (even though I didn’t get in bed last night until about midnight) since I had actually gotten to sleep in this morning. Thats right this is what I now classify as sleeping in. So now its 7:30, i have had coffee, fed the fish which we bought my son for his birthday yesterday, checked my email, chatted with a friend on yahoo I hadn’t heard from in a while, read 1/2 dozen blogs, checked in on my World of Warcraft auctions, and am on my way to picking out some new music to download. Now I am sitting here listening to some tunes trying to figure out what to do next.

I remember the days when I stayed up all night, slept all day and it was a good day. There was no way I would have gotten up before at least 10:00 on a weekend, and then I would still gripe because it was so stinking early. It’s funny how things change once you have kids. And the sad part of this whole scenario is they aren’t even here this morning to wake me up, but even if they were I am always up before them anyway. This fact just makes me feel incredibly old. When I was little my brother and I had to sneak around the house until after 10 on weekends so we didn’t make any noise to wake my parents, and even now I know that I can’t call my mother on Saturday or Sunday until around noon because she won’t be up. What is it that makes some people be able to sleep in so easily? It’s just not fair, I say!!! I want to sleep past 6:30 on days that I don’t have to be at work or at a game or something else. I want to be able to stay up until midnight without falling asleep on the couch. I want to be able to eat anything I want without worrying about the reprocussions of that decision. I want to go out clubbing and drinking and not wake up with the mother of all hangovers. I want, I want, I want!!!!

Yes I want to be young again. Granted I am only 33, but on days like this I have the chance to reflect, and god it makes me feel old.