I have come to realize lately that my life is not necessarily one of many mid to late 20 year olds in America.  I always knew that I was a little on the dorky side, but it wasn’t until Facebook stalking entered my life that it really hit me—I’m lame.

As I started perusing “friends” from high school (aka people who were unbelievably snotty and rude to me who I am searching out to see if they’ve  become chubby losers), I have stumbled across many a picture where people my age are dressed up in fancy clothes, assembled in groups and out, in public, after dark. 

WHAT??  Who does that? 

My pictures are of me with kid after kid, some strapped to me, some sitting on my lap, some without me in the picture so not to take away the cuteness of the kids.  The only picture of me sans kids was taken on an extremely rare night out and I am dressed in my fanciest sweater (the one that has only a small hole in it…).

Apparently, at least according to Facebook, I am one of the very few, if not only, person in my age bracket who is not living the fancy life.  I am the only one who is excited this Friday night to finish folding her 5 baskets of laundry, take an evening shower and get into my luxuriously clean and newly made bed and read my book—all by 8:30.

Recently my sister in law came to stay over the holidays.  It was during this visit that I was struck by my…oldness.

While she would spend time making herself presentable and fashionable for a night out, I would be schlepping around in my Frog bathrobe and slippers. 

While she would be anxiously planning what friends to see and where to go that evening, I would be laying on the couch, trying to stay awake until the end of my show. 

While she would be just heading out around 10, I would be soundly asleep in bed. 

When she would arrive home at 2, I would be stumbling around changing diapers and mixing formula. 

All in all, at least according to Facebook, my life is lacking a bit of fanciness and fun that I can flaunt to my “friends.”

Who knows, maybe I am old and out of touch. The one thing I do know this.  While they’re out partying and living the cool life now, I’m putting in my years of grunt work.  And, when they are in my position, I will be vacationing with my fancy self because my children will be older and self sufficient (as much as they ever will), and they’ll be the ones sitting at home stalking me on Facebook.