ohbloodyhell8

Over the past month our sons have gone to birthday parties every weekend.  Six birthday parties.  One of which was today and in honor of our youngest’s upcoming seventh birthday.  He has a summer birthday and we had hoped to have more school friends attend if it was during the school year.  Not true.  Didn’t matter.  He had a blast.

It used to be that I had a social life.  Not so much anymore.  At this exact moment, I am waiting up for the six and a half year old to come home from roller skating with the neighbors.  Our eight year old opted to stay home (he’s still a bit under the weather).  I organized the unbirthday boy’s Pokemon deck with guidance from the older son.  I couldn’t help myself.  I alphabetized them with the health points.

Yep, my sons have more interesting social lives than my husband and me.

When did that happen?

This will be the way of life for the next ten to twelve years.  Then I’ll get my social life back.  Maybe.  If I haven’t become a boring old lady.  That’s the trick now.  To keep myself interesting for the next twelve years.  I have to keep learning new stuff and remember that I have a brain.  Explore new things, keep up with my hobbies.  I really have let my hobbies fall off the radar.  I’ve let a lot of things fall of the radar.  My husband only learned today that I enjoy roller skating.  I told him I would have gone if both boys went tonight.  He didn’t know I even knew how to roller skate.

Maybe he’s got a brand new key.

Update…the six year year old stopped by for a brief moment to tell me he was going out for a sundae.  Am I jealous?  Little bit…