Why 30 something parents shouldn't party

Had a weekend of 2 -2am nights. 1 was more civilized with husbands and cocktails and dancing- the other was a girls night that combined champagne, sambuca, red bull and vodka, and a dance club. Please note we arrived at the dance club late so that the 20 year old crowd couldn't see how really old we were. ( just guessing that when we all went crazy for a madonna song it was a clue that we were ancient not to mention we weren't dressed in skinny jeans and backless tanks)

1- Thought I was doing okay sunday morning until I came downstairs to get a drink of water and was greeted by the smell of half drunk glasses of white wine, meatballs shrimp left out over night. (seriously that smell and cleaning up took me back a few steps)

2- Darling children who bless their hearts DID not want to watch tv (strange phenomena) and wanted to play outside all day. (Note- I sat my booty in a lawn chair and pretended to be a goalie while CJ and Casey fired shots at me that occupied a good 30 minutes). Chris did save the day but letting me have some downtime where I laid in bed and sipped england's version of gatorade.

3- Recovery time- its monday afternoon and I am still hurting. Walked at the slowest pace ever on the treadmill (the grandma next to me looked like she was hauling she was going 4.5 mph) and felt tired from doing that- seriously I think by wed I might be somewhat functional

4- Gossip- somehow our little girls night circulated around our itty bitty school. So I had alot of I heard you went out until 2am to such such place. (sad surburban reality that this is headline news)