Cinderella ran home so quickly that she lost her glass
shoe. She knew the consequences.
The talk in the kitchen that night was the clock. You know how everyone gathers in the kitchen. You could clean your whole house for hours, but everyone wants to stand in the kitchen.
I did not heed the fairy godmother’s warning and
stayed at a party past midnight this past weekend.
I know. You all are
in shock.
A 43-year-old mom with two kids under the age of 6,
partying like a college kid while a college kid kept those sleeping angels, on
a time-change night to boot.
Yeah, that’s right.
I even lost an hour.
The talk in the kitchen that night was the clock. You know how everyone gathers in the kitchen. You could clean your whole house for hours, but everyone wants to stand in the kitchen.
At 10:30 p.m., many said they usually are at home in bed by
that point. Some even looked at the
clock and said, “Well, you know it’s really 11:30 p.m. with the time change and all."
Whoa! That’s late
for middle-aged parents. A few made a graceful exit. Sitters needed to go out on the town. Kids would be up very
early the next day.
We knew this was going to be a late night. This party was a surprise birthday party
that didn’t start until almost 9 p.m.
We were in a time deficit before we even cut the cake and sang “Happy
Birthday!”
A few rebellious kids, like my husband and me, ignored the
clock and stayed after the clock chimed at midnight. Some even showed up after midnight. Those were the really brave night owls.
That fairy godmother is all talk. None of us turned into
pumpkins. I didn’t even lose a shoe. I went home with my prince, too.
I admit, we winced a little when we turned the clocks to 2
a.m. before turning out the light, but we’re definitely not too old to stay out
past midnight. We can do it.
But what I can’t do is sit on stools to eat
dinner. We dined at Beasley’s Chicken
and Honey in downtown Raleigh prior to attending the party.
The restaurant has diners dine on backless stools.
Ouch! My back ached
for most of the party, and I felt old the next day. I even wanted a nap by 3
p.m., but I had to go to a child’s birthday party instead.
Maybe the fairy godmother got the last laugh after all.
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