The Great Eight

Honestly, all I want to do is watch Happy Gilmore 2. I’ve hit play five times now and I still haven’t made it past the halfway mark. At this point, I know the opening scenes better than I know my own phone number. I just can’t stop falling asleep! If you have children, you can probably relate!

Gone are the days when we’d stay up until 2 a.m., drinking rum, or beer, or whiskey…maybe a bit of tequila. Eating snacks we didn’t have to share, and laughing at absolutely nothing. Now? Now we’re up to our eyeballs in school notices, washing tiny pieces of clothing, and bedtime routines that feel longer than Lord of the Rings (Also never made it through that movie).

We’ve gone from wild nights to wild dreams, literally. Because we’re asleep. Before the kids even stop talking in their sleep, even before Violet sleep walks into our room.

Happy Gilmore’s “happy place” scene. Now it’s not palm trees and bikinis with jugs of beer – it’s low cholesterol, a good mattress, and pants that actually fit. Medium-sized pants, at that! That’s the dream right there.

Life in your 40’s hits different. And quite honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing. Except maybe… just one uninterrupted movie night. Just one. Though we did go to the movies to watch the beloved paw patrol movie….where Simon had a great nap!

The other day I was watching Gabby’s dollhouse and no one was even in the room with me. Has my brain gone to mush? Yes, yes it has. The never ending baby brain. I just want you all to know that I did use to be cool… At least my mum thought so!

I’m off to watch Happy Gilmour 2 again…. zzzz 😉