This is how crazy my life feels sometimes. I did something fun and awesome and just for me (ie without kids!) and I stayed up much too late to do it.. and somehow it’s been three weeks now and I’m just telling you about it. Because I still woke up the next morning as the mama to two little humans who did not care if I was tired. They did not want to hear my stories or look at my pictures. They wanted to be carried and sung to and entertained. And so that’s what I did.
But I still think it’s important to acknowledge that I did something fun, for myself, recently. Even though I had second thoughts and debated not going. Even though I was sad I didn’t get to see my kids for a full 24 hours. It was still worth it.
And also made me feel old. Because there was a point where I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stay awake late enough. And it took me a while to recover. And the opening act was the child of one of the main performers who I remember meeting when he was tiny tiny.
But for one night, I hung out with my cousin, and we pretended we were still teenagers as we sung our hearts out to the Backstreet Boys! Oh boy did we. Even though I tried to restrain myself, I still ended up with no voice. I couldn’t help it - our seats were too good and we were too close not to!
Still. When I was younger, single, and had nothing going on, I once went to three major concerts in a week! And it was fun! Now? It might take me another year or two to be brave enough to go to another one.
