We had a fun-filled weekend. But I really think I'm younger than I am. This weekend showed me that I am indeed in my thirties and no longer in my teens and twenties.
The husband helped a friend build a cook-house, so we were invited to a big fish fry Saturday night to celebrate it being finished. It was much fun, but I'm starting to wonder why so many of our friends are so much younger than we. We were probably 10-15 years older than than all but one or two people at this party. (Remember, The Husband is 6 years older than I, so that does make a difference.) In this particular instance, the friend is our old neighbor, I call him my other son even though he's only 11 years younger. He practically lived with us his senior year of high school and is like a member of the family. It's so nice to see him living on his own, and growing into a mature, responsible adult.
Saturday, some friends took us to the lake to tubing. This was the first time Daughter #2 had been tubing and she had so much fun. I, thinking I am still a teenager, (see reference to young friends) decided that I could still go tubing. I mean, all you have to do is hang on, right? It's a little difficult to hang on when the (young) boat driver is intentionally trying to throw your old ass off. My muscles haven't been this sore in a while. I really wanted to ski, but I'm probably lucky that I didn't, I probably wouldn't be able to walk this week.
This picture is not me (it's from www.dailyheights.com), but it gives you a good indication of what I looked like at some point in the day.
After spending all day on the boat, we went to a cookout Saturday night. We had a nice evening that began turning into a late night. The friends were more our age (more like 4 years younger than me, but 10 years younger than the Husband), but I had one moment of "I'm way too old for this." One girl left the cookout to get her daughter to bed. She returned to the party sans husband and daughter, and felt the need to "catch up" and began shotgunning beer. Granted, she had company in the shotgunning department, but I just thought NO WAY!!!
Today, I'm feeling young again. We took Daughter #2 to meet my mom and go off to the beach. So I've planned a girls day. Manis, Pedis, Lunch, and sitting by the pool require no extreme youthful energy, just the ability to catch everyone up on the gossip, and shut my mouth long enough for them to reciprocate.