5 Depressing Signs That You Just Can’t Party Like You Used To

1. You Think There’s Such a Thing as Too Many Rum-Filled Coconuts

I went to a birthday bash on Saturday and stayed out way past my bedtime. I also stood and danced on 5-inch heels for way too long. And also, I may or may not have consumed a few too many glasses of wine and/or sipped on one too many giant coconuts filled with coconut water. Oh, yeah…and maybe, what tasted to be, about a full bottle of rum.

2. You Used To Be Able to Party Like a Rockstar. On a Weeknight. But Now It Takes You Two Days To Recover

I’m ashamed to say that it took me 2 days to recover. And I’m still not feeling 100%.

I wanted to cut off my feet and walk around on my stumps. It would have also been swell if I could somehow have temporarily removed my pounding head.

There was a time, apparently a lot longer ago than I care to admit, that I used to be able to go out. Every night. Even on school nights. Sometimes, I didn’t even make it home. I’d borrow clothes from a friend and head in to work, put in a full day and repeat the process.

3. 8:00 PM Signifies Bedtime. Not Party Time.

Now, I strongly debate whether I even want to go out at all. I mean, the thought of having to get ready to go out at a time when I’m normally getting ready for bed is almost too much to bear.

4. You Used all the Energy you Had for Getting Ready and you Wind Up Staying In

There have been times when I’ve actually gotten all dressed, blow dried my hair and been fully made up and then mere thought of the consequences of going out have convinced me to say, “fuck it. It’s just not worth it.” And I’ve promptly changed into by comfy PJs, washed off the warpaint and put my hair up in a messy pony. It happens often, actually. True story.

5. The Hassle of Having to Find Childcare and Then Having to Pay the Price the Next Day Usually Dissuades you From Attending Functions

Then I have to think about child care. If we take the kids somewhere and we stay out late, it’s not like I’m going to show up at someone’s house at 2:00 am. So the kids end up “sleeping” over my at my mom’s/sis’s.

The thing is, they don’t actually sleep. They go to bed super late and then wake up at some ungodly hour. Which means they’re going to be psychotic and whiny lunatics the next day. Combine that with mommy and daddy’s lack of sleep and disproportionate hangovers, and you have a recipe for disaster. A veritable powder keg, if you will.

But Being a Growed Up Ain’t All Bad

Although this revelation may sound a little disheartening to some, I’m beginning to make my peace with it. Partying until all hours of the night was fun when I was younger. And don’t get me wrong, it’s still fun. But only on special occasions. When I can build in recovery cushions of at least a day.

Most nights, I’m content to just make dinner for my family, sit around the table and talk about our day (or be forced to watch some episode of iCarly or Henry Danger or the Thundermans for the ten thousandth time) and then snuggle up all together in my bed and read Harry Potter to the littles until they fall asleep.

So, even though I can’t party like I used to, I’m ok with it.

But there is a bright side to having stayed up past midnight: I already had 2,700 steps on my Fitbit when I woke up the next morning!

Can you hang like you used to? Do you even want to? I’d love to know. Leave a comment below!

The Power of Now: When Your Rate of Book Purchasing Far Exceeds Your Rate of Reading

The Power of Now

I’ve had this book for some time. So long, in fact, that I don’t remember if I bought if for myself or if it was a gift.

Anyway, I hadn’t read it. Actually, that’s not really news since I have about a hundred other books that I’m embarrassed to admit I also haven’t read.

But something about this one — perhaps the title — had me feeling incredibly guilty about not having read it.

So I started to read it. And quickly realized I had already started to read it at some point previously because the pages were dogeared and some of the stuff was sounding familiar.

It was at that moment it dawned on me I had a problem. I mean, if I couldn’t finish a book about the power of now, what hope was there for me?

I decided I had to finish it. So I read. And I read. And then I stopped reading. And forgot about it. Until I stumbled upon it again.

This time, I was even more astonished at far I had previously gotten but how little I remembered. So I started again with a fierce determination to finish it. For real this time. If for nothing else so that it would stop taunting me.

I am happy to report that I finally finished the book. If you quizzed me about it in any detail, I would most likely fail. But I think I got the gist.

“The book is intended to be a guide for day-to-day living and stresses the importance of living in the present moment and avoiding thoughts of the past or future.”

And in that regard, I can honestly say that it has made me more aware of how often I engage in rehashing the past or worrying about the future. And it has encouraged me to practice mindfulness more often. So for that, I am grateful I got through it.

And, I would also recommend it. Although it’s probably most helpful if you read it over the course of a few days, and not a few years as I did. Kinda helps it make more sense and also aids in putting into practice the ideas Eckhart Tolle so brilliantly puts forth.

Now if only I could get to the hundreds of other books in my library. Or the list of a hundred others I want to buy but have had to restrain myself from purchasing on the count of I can’t justify spending another penny on another book that doesn’t fit on my shelf or that’s taking up space on my iPad.

Do you have a book-buying problem? Leave a comment below!