On Thursday, Markus suggested I take the evening to myself and go see a movie I've been wanting to see while he stayed with Ellie. The very idea was such an indulgent treat, particularly because I can't remember the last time we watched a movie in the cinema. The only problem was my movie started at 8:30...SO LATE! I wouldn't even be home before 11! My goodness, how would I cope with the exhaustion?! Would I fall asleep in the movie? What to do?!
The real question is: when did I become such an old fart?
(the answer: when I gave birth)
I feel somewhat redeemed because the movie was the latest Harry Potter (which I ended up watching Friday at 5; hooray!).
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