"Do you want to come over after your kids are asleep and get caught up on Downton Abbey?" I asked my sister. It was 7:30pm on Friday.
"YES!" came the exuberant reply.
At 9pm we began our marathon of Downton Abbey, season two, complete with sparkling water and a massive slice of yummy chocolate cake from the Cheesecake Factory. (If you like amazing, rich chocolate cake, try their Chocolate Tower Truffle Cake!)
It was going to be grand! It was going to be like when we were teenagers and we'd sneak the tiny tv/vcr my parents bought for road trips down to my room and watch the five-hour BBC version of Pride and Prejudice until the wee hours of the morning and then get up and have an adventurous weekend. Glorious!
Five and a half hours and two aching bellies later, we'd made it through episode 7, and the cake, with only the Christmas episode left to watch. 2:30 AM, and we were both straining to stay awake.
"I can't do it. I'm out," was the communal consensus and I staggered to my bed and she to her car.
It's Monday now and we both have yet to recover, she because she has kids that wake up at 7am no matter when she went to bed, and I because I had appointments and commitments that prevented me sleeping in, or napping the entire weekend.
And all of you twenty-somethings, enjoy the boundless energy while you can, because it goes.
I have a theory. I have a theory that we're born with a certain supply of energy. And as a child, not knowing any better, being so full of that energy and rearing-to-go, we use it as though it will never wane. This energy inhibition lasts through your twenties, after which, you slow down and you just keep getting slower and slower. That's my theory. It's not scientific. But I'm not a scientist, so what did you expect?
The sis and I laughed and laughed when we read this meme this weekend, because it's just oh-so-fitting. Except for the being nearly 40 part. That's a decade premature.
All late-night activities may now be postponed until sister can once again sleep in. It's gonna be a while.
"YES!" came the exuberant reply.
At 9pm we began our marathon of Downton Abbey, season two, complete with sparkling water and a massive slice of yummy chocolate cake from the Cheesecake Factory. (If you like amazing, rich chocolate cake, try their Chocolate Tower Truffle Cake!)
It was going to be grand! It was going to be like when we were teenagers and we'd sneak the tiny tv/vcr my parents bought for road trips down to my room and watch the five-hour BBC version of Pride and Prejudice until the wee hours of the morning and then get up and have an adventurous weekend. Glorious!
Five and a half hours and two aching bellies later, we'd made it through episode 7, and the cake, with only the Christmas episode left to watch. 2:30 AM, and we were both straining to stay awake.
"I can't do it. I'm out," was the communal consensus and I staggered to my bed and she to her car.
It's Monday now and we both have yet to recover, she because she has kids that wake up at 7am no matter when she went to bed, and I because I had appointments and commitments that prevented me sleeping in, or napping the entire weekend.
And all of you twenty-somethings, enjoy the boundless energy while you can, because it goes.
I have a theory. I have a theory that we're born with a certain supply of energy. And as a child, not knowing any better, being so full of that energy and rearing-to-go, we use it as though it will never wane. This energy inhibition lasts through your twenties, after which, you slow down and you just keep getting slower and slower. That's my theory. It's not scientific. But I'm not a scientist, so what did you expect?
The sis and I laughed and laughed when we read this meme this weekend, because it's just oh-so-fitting. Except for the being nearly 40 part. That's a decade premature.
All late-night activities may now be postponed until sister can once again sleep in. It's gonna be a while.
I so totally agree with this! I am totally in denial that I'm in my 30s or that I can't stay up till obscene hours of the night and function the next day. I can still get away with a night here or there, but not like I used to be able to! Sigh, tis a sad thing for indulgence. But I guess we have to at least sorta grow up sometime...
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