Goodbye stupid fun

My booze swilling days are over

It’s depressing to realise that my wild years are over.

I went out on Saturday night and didn’t even make it to dessert. The day that sleep beats molten chocolate lava pudding is a grave one.

The knock-on realisation is that I have to stick to my routine. If I stay up too late, drink too much, or even eat too much of the wrong thing, I am screwed the next day.

This motherhood thing is a marathon. An 18 year endurance race involving Herculean amounts of cleaning, trips to Coles, and laundry.

I feel significantly less fun. I am so tired all the time that I struggle to even get jokes, let alone come up with punchlines. I can’t imagine a scenario where I will ever a) sing karaoke, b) dance in a night club, or c) wake up after midday ever again.

My brain is crowded with a ‘To Do’ list that runs from here to ’til death, that bittersweet day when I will finally get some sleep but I’ll be too dead to enjoy it.

How do women keep this up? Is everyone secretly slogging wine in their drink bottles? Or popping amphetamines like the suburban edit of Requiem for a Dream? Where can a lady get a Bex and a lie down in this day and age?

 

 

 

 

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3 Responses to “Goodbye stupid fun”
  1. Simon Fearby says:

    Welcome to the Age of Wisdom. Get some rest when you can, it does not get easier.

  2. Oh Em, I truly want to say it gets better as they get older… (grade 1,2,3) but then another Sister🤩 advised: the teen-years : they need you the MOST: aarrghhhh!

  3. Wil says:

    Though you’re still pumping out these great blogs! Give yourself a pat on the back!

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