Is this happening to you too? Please say it is.

Excuse me, thirty-something friends?  Is it just me, or can you see yourself changing?  No, not what size jeans you wear or those fine lines starting to mysteriously grace your forehead or the fact that now when you color your hair, there are a few gray strands you are trying to hide.

What I'm talking about is things like:

Last week a young man came through our parking garage blaring his music and causing pillars to shake, and I rolled my eyes so hard they almost got stuck that way.  If my 24 year old co-worker hadn't been standing next to me, there is a very real chance I would have started shaking my fist.

Yesterday afternoon, that same co-worker was sitting in my office playing some rap song on her iPod, and I just wanted it to end.  He was just talking about nonsense.  Cars and jewelry and money and calling women derogatory names.  OMG, what is happening to me?!  I love terrible rap music.  Or maybe I don't anymore...

Last night, it was 9:45, and I looked at Jimmy and said, "Good lord, what time does this show end?"  and when he told me 10:30, I seriously considered asking him to hit record so I could abandon Sons of Anarchy mid-episode in favor of my bed.  (And it's not like last night was a boring episode by any stretch of the imagination.  Holy Crap, Jax is about to come unhinged, right?)

A month ago, we had people over to hang out on a Friday night when we didn't have the kids.  Everyone was laughing and having a great time.  And then it was 11:30, and they were still there, and I started willing them to GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.  I should have been in bed an hour ago!

Saturdays used to be for sleeping until noon and then traipsing around town shopping and having lunch.  These days I cannot force myself to stay in bed past 9:30 anymore, and that is when I don't have the kids and I am forced to stay up until 1 am entertaining guests.  I'd say 8 am is the norm, and then I get up, go downstairs, and start mopping my kitchen and scrubbing toilets.  I'm turning into my mother!  WTF?!

And Saturday nights? (when I'm not pregnant) The idea of one rolling around and me spending two hours getting dressed and then going to a bar and spending my money and dealing with people is beyond me.  I cannot wrap my brain around why that was ever appealing to me.  Girls night?  Can we just rent movies and eat cookies and wear our sweats?  

This past Saturday Jimmy and I had planned to go see a 5 o'clock movie but fell asleep on the couch.  We woke up and had dinner, and I joked that I guessed we weren't going to make the movie.  He looked at his phone and said, "Well, we can still make the 9:35 if you want to go" to which I responded, "Are you crazy? I'm not leaving the house at 9 o'clock at night!"

I heard the words come out of my mouth, and I saw the incredible amusement play across his face, and I knew what was coming.

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to be out too late to get up at 4 am to read the paper and eat your oatmeal, grandma."

(Sigh.)