Who wants to party until 3am anyway…
Welcome back readers. Some of you may be fellow bloggers, some of you might be strangers from far off lands and the rest of you are most likely my friends trying to boost my stats. But whoever you are and wherever you’re from, I’m so glad that you’re reading.
This post will probably relate more to all the mums and dads, who in sure all love their kids dearly, but would just love to shake the cereal crumbs out of their unwashed hair and get fucked(sorry parents, you can slap my wrist later).
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, far from it, I’m completely happy with having the odd glass of red in the evening whilst watching a film, where I don’t finish either the wine or the film for falling asleep. The 20-year-old me is laughing at me and while taunting me with a 70cl bottle of glens vodka and a bottle of big beastie energy drink. *reminiscing of the good times*
Aaaaaannnd… I’m back with you, but in all seriousness now I’m in my early 30’s, who really wants to go out 4, 5 sometimes 6 times a week partying until 3am. I can’t even manage one night out now without having a two-day hangover. So gone are those days, and am I really that bothered… not in the slightest. I would much rather; go to my bed at 11pm than be leaving my house to go to town at 11pm, or be getting up at 5am with the kids than stumbling in at 5am with a kebab and traffic cone.(we’ve all done it)
Even when I do finally get the chance to go out with my mates to have a catch up and have a few beers. The reality is by 11.30pm I’m clock watching and struggling to keep my eyes open, both through tiredness and the 10 jagerbombs we all decided to do at 7pm to try ‘get us going’. Maybe it’s just what happens, maybe when you turn 30, natural selection takes over and you just have to pass the mantle onto the next generation of 20 year olds, who are looking to go out every night, get with as many people as they can and use their student loans to fund it all. Those were the days!!
So now that I’ve finally accepted those days are well and truly behind me, I’ve been thinking, do I miss them? Sure for the odd split second I might think, man I’d love to go out tonight and party until 3am like I use to, then reality hits and I find myself with; my son in my arms sleeping and my daughter on the floor asking me to come play with her and I know which one I’d rather be doing… partying!!! 🤣 Only joking of course, it’s not even a contest, and I’m sure all you mums and dads will agree with me.
As always thanks for reading and until next time…
This real life Dad is out xx