So last night I went to my sister-in-law's bachelorette party. It was fun, but I was glad to call it a night after the dinner and not partake in the bar hopping and other festivities.
When did I get old?? Was it when I had Shelby? Was it when I reached (gasp!) 30? Was it that first bone cracking experience as I tried to crawl out of bed one morning? Or maybe it was when the doctor said "Oh look! You have arthritis in this hand!"
Regardless of when it exactly happened...I am officially old.
But honestly I can't complain too much. Though nights out without my child are fun, I do enjoy the nights home, in my jammies watching movies and snuggling with my baby. Well and Chad too!
And I guess if I am getting older it means I get to watch my daughter grow into a beautiful, independent young woman. A daughter that helped mommy get ready for her night out on the town!
I can't complain!