Entry FeedIt is Saturday night, and I was in my pajamas before 8:30 pm. Pathetic? Or decadent?
Ten years ago I would have cringed at the thought of staying home on a Saturday night. There was bars to go to, restaurants to try and movies to see. A slow Saturday night may have been wandering around Indigo for a few hours with a hot chocolate, followed by walk up Yonge Street for ice cream. Unless I was sick, I wasn't in my pajamas before 11 pm.
I can't remember the last date night my Husband and I had on a Saturday night. A good Saturday night now includes take-out a trip to Blockbuster. Tonight it is finishing off a book, and the Detroit vs. Pittsburgh game. What a thrill.
On the upside, at least I don't feel pressure to do anything exciting, or even to leave my house on a Saturday night any more. The plus is that I have no trouble getting up on Sunday morning for a 7 am run.