How Friday Nights Have Changed
Friday nights sure are different than they were twenty years ago.
Friday nights were once a lot different than they are today. I once got changed into "going out" clothes and stayed out past 9pm. Now, Friday nights consist of pizza and pajamas. If I do go anywhere, it is usually some sort of event for my kids, and I make it a general rule to be home by dark.
The thought of getting changed into "going out" clothes is utterly exhausting and makes me a feel a bit nauseous if I'm being honest. Anything form fitting or tight in any sense of the word is absolutely unthinkable on Friday nights when all I want to do is snuggle under a warm blanket and relax.
My oldest has made jokes about me not doing anything or going anywhere similar to ones I am sure I made at sixteen to my parents. But I totally get it now. I get why growing up we had pizza every Friday. It is draining planning and cooking family meals every night, and I am using the word cooking very loosely here. I am DONE feeding everyone in this house by Friday, so pizza is the way to go.
Sometimes I see social media posts of my fellow teachers and friends where they look like they are having the time of their life on a Friday night. Laughing and drinking and actually out their house. I should probably have a twinge of guilt or desire to be doing the same. But I don't. Not at all. Not even a little.
Being home and in comfy clothes on Friday nights is where it is at.