Well it's been a bit since I've written, It seems as though there is never a dull moment here and then I got strep?! Felt like a little kid having that and it has honestly been quite awful. Well enough gripping from me.
Friday night I couldn't help, as I was wondering what to write about, but notice how much my life has changed. My weeks and weekends.
Nights for me used to be about my job and going out with my friends and making sure I always had the cutest and most in-style clothing. From the age of 15 I had a job and it was working in the coatroom of a local bar/restaurant. Every Thursday through Saturday you were guaranteed to find me in the coatroom at the Scotch-N-Sirloin. As I got older I would occasionally hostess but I loved my little hole in the wall space and got to meet some of the most amazing people that way. But it was also a life style far too advanced for a teenager. All of the other employees were my elder by at least 5 years. I was the baby of the crew, but I was also babied by the crew. They let me get away with a lot and I probably experienced more between the ages of 15-18 than I ever should have, but they were my work family and I knew no different.
Now I look at my nights and it's about bed time stories and ambiguous questions to delay bed time just a little bit more. It's about singing them the songs they choose, and usually having too look up the words! I know that my clothes aren't the most trendy and in-style fashion and my make up is rarely done if on at all and my hair . . . well lets not even go there. I will say it's one of the things I have every intention of trying to keep trendy and will get the cut and it's great for a week but then I always resort back to a bun or ponytail. But sometimes I look back on that young girl and think wow she had fun and if I could go back to that life would I, but then I think about my boys sleeping upstairs and the man sitting next to me watching TV with me and think about my yoga pants and my hooded sweatshirt and know there is no place I would rather be.
I also have to note that my Friday nights haven't changed a whole lot. I went from eating on Friday nights with my parents from 6-15, to working there from 15-20 and then back to eating with them there on Fridays nights again. A tradition that is now shared with my children, who will never be allowed to work there or in any restaurant now that I know what goes on behind the scenes! This is also a late fall, winter and early spring tradition. The minute the snow melts we spend our weekends at my parents house in the Adirondacks. Another tradition that I am so thankful for having experienced and am able to share with my boys.
So while I sometimes wish that I could go back and be as thin as I was back then, that's about all I wish for. Tomorrow is weigh in day now that I've mentioned my weight. I'm hoping I lose again. I'm not sure though with this random illness thrown in. I didn't eat much and drank a lot of water but hoping that didn't cause some random bloating. I guess we'll find out tomorrow!!!
Cheers xoxo
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