When I was a kid, or a teenager, or in my mid- to late twenties, I'm not sure how I imagined my weekends would be when I was in my mid-thirties.
Kissing my perfect children goodnight as I swirl out the door in a cloud of perfume, on the arm of my dashing husband? Evenings at the opera? Tasting menus with wine pairings? Baccarat and cocktails? Meandering midnight walks through the sleeping city? Karaoke parties with friends?
I honestly don't remember how I imagined it would be. However, I'm kind of glad that I didn't know that it would involve me on a couch, Words with Friends, back-to-back episodes of Game of Thrones, and the entire rest of the household fast asleep.
At 10:15.
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Isn't that the truth. I feel both triumphant and sad when I'm last man standing most evenings - at 9:15.
Does it make you feel better that I'm on the other end of the Words with Friends game, playing from my recliner in front of the tv?
Yes. Yes, in fact, it does.
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