Love It At Home

When I was in me teens and twenties I worked hard to make sure I had Saturday night plans. The thought of staying home alone on a Saturday night was the worst possible thought. My attitude was there are only 52 Saturday’s in a year and I need to make the most of them. Wasn’t all the fun happening on Saturday nights?

My parents were always out every Friday and Saturday night my entire childhood. They had standing babysitters. They might not have known which party they were going to, but they knew there was all ways going to be a party. They were my role models for what grown ups did.

Now a days there is nothing I like better than being home with Russ and Shay on a Saturday night. I don’t want to go to restaurants that are full of people who think they need to make Saturday night special. I don’t really want to go to a party and talk to people who are just not that interesting. A small dinner party is fine, as long as it starts early enough and ends early enough.

Today I had a full day of work, driving three hours to work six hours. I am so happy to come home and read my book, snuggle in bed and go to bed early.

Don’t get me wrong, for the right occasion I enjoy a Saturday night out, but it better be spectacular, otherwise staying home is so much more fun. I wish I had figured this out in my twenties. I could have avoided a lot of wasted time with wasted people.