i was going to say "you know you're getting older when you'd rather be home in bed than in vegas" but then i thought, is it about getting older, or something else? being a parent? turning into a homebody? becoming boring? sorta kidding with that last one, but it's a worthy option.
i went to vegas last weekend for a good friend's 40th birthday, and while i had a super-radtastic time celebrating with him and a bunch of old friends on saturday night - when i woke up in that hotel room on sunday morning, all i could think about was home. wishing i was home with f & j, more specifically. what is that, about having kids? i mean, there are times when i can't WAIT to get a break, can't wait to get out and go out and tear it up again, and not do the bedtime routine or the wake-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn routine AGAIN. but then i do, and when all is said and done, i just miss my girl, like, a lot, and i can't wait to get back to her again. it's funny.