"I Can't Stay Awake After Dark" by @lovemykay (Brandi Mack-Haas) via @InthePowderRoom. humor | real life | motherhood | sleep | parenting

I Can’t Stay Awake After Dark

I don’t get out much. I used to, but now most of the contact I have with the outside world happens within a simple loop from the elementary school to the grocery store to the cleaners. On any given day, the most exotic place I go is my backyard and the most interesting person I talk to is myself. (And I’m pretty sure I make up most of the really interesting stuff I say in those conversations. Once I told myself a very dramatic story about my time in Asia taming tigers and collecting rubies which is bologna because I know for a fact that I have never even been to Asia).

I don’t really remember when I stopped venturing out. When I was younger, I was always going places—I even used to go out at night (now, the mere of thought of going out after dark is quite unsettling, not so much because I’m afraid of the dark but because I would miss House Hunters). Before marriage and a child, I didn’t even get ready to go out until 9:00 p.m. and my friends and I never left a club until closing time. These days, I’m pretty much useless after 7:30 p.m., although last Christmas my family and I did go to a party that lasted until it was dark. I couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful the world looked when it was all lit up.

“Wow, look at that!” I said with my face pushed up against the car window to get a better look at the illuminated glory before me.

“That’s just McDonald’s, honey,” my husband said in the condescending way of a man who never leaves work until after dark and gets to see these amazing lights everyday.

“Yes, but have you ever seen those Golden Arches look more magnificent!” I said, my enthusiasm undaunted by his cavalier attitude.

I have been looking for opportunities to go out after dark ever since the McDonald’s sighting last Christmas and yesterday I received an invitation to one of those parties where a woman cooks some fabulous meal all while demonstrating the latest in esoteric kitchen gadgets. I was about to ink this little soirée onto my calendar because nobody appreciates the majesty of kitchen wizardry like I do, when I saw what time the party started—8:00 p.m. Eight o’clock at night? My mind reeled. What are these women, vampires?

I sat down and tried to figure out the logistics of how I could get to this kitchen utensil extravaganza and still maintain my scheduled bedtime. I’ve been known to start dozing off around 8:15 p.m., but the excitement of fancy new measuring cups and slotted spoons might be enough to keep me coherent. Certainly the hostess wouldn’t mind if I showed up in my pajamas and I was sure all the other party-goers would be bringing their toothbrushes as well.

The night of the party arrived. I was in my pajamas by 7:30 p.m. and ready to go, but apparently I fell asleep. I woke up around 8:15 p.m. and I could have still made it to the party in time for the bonanza of bowls demonstration, but House Hunters International was from Kathmandu and that’s really about as much excitement as I can take these days.

"I Can't Stay Awake After Dark" by @lovemykay (Brandi Mack-Haas) via @InthePowderRoom. humor | real life | motherhood | sleep | parenting

A slightly different version of this piece by Brandi Hass was originally published on her blog, Tales from Suburbia, and is reprinted with permission In the Powder Rooma division of Hold My Purse Productions, LLC.  

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Brandi Haas is the slightly neurotic and very sarcastic author of the new book, Tales from Suburbia: You Don’t Have to be Crazy to Live Here, But it Helps, available on Amazon and B&N.com. You can also find her suburban ramblings on her Facebook page and on her blog, talesfromsuburbia.com.

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  1. says

    Hahaha, I’m right there with you Brandi! I happened to be out a few months ago when it was dark – which is downright pathetic given that the sun goes down at like 4:30 Seattle winter in Seattle. When I saw the entire city lit up, I started oohing and ahhhing, and my friends carefully eyeballed me like I had just been let out of the institution. All I could say was “What???? You know I don’t get out much!”

  2. says

    You are my sleepy soul mate, I’m certain. Although I don’t fall asleep quite that early, I do love getting in my PJ’s and being at home as soon as it gets dark. I loved the part about those women being vampires. Very funny.

  3. says

    Right there with you, sister. Useless after 7:30 p.m.! In fact, don’t even talk to me. I’ve had my fill of human contact for the day and need to be alone.

  4. says

    Too too funny!! I just called to schedule a sitter for Saturday and told her it was from 8:30 to about 11:00- naturally she asked “AM or PM?” As I laughed in her face….”Seriously?! You know me!! AM! I don’t go out after 7!!!”

  5. says

    I hear ya’. Nothing outweighs the allure of House Hunters, or for that matter, a Fixer Upper marathon. As long as it doesn’t go past 9 pm. Not even the “bonanza of bowls”. lol

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