It’s Saturday night and I feel like going out, dressing pretty and having some fun which is somewhat of a rarity for me since having kids has turned me into even more of a hermit.  These days I don’t leave the house alone much less past dark and out of my sweat pants, but tonight I’m into it.  I’m ready to go out and live the life of a normal 28 year old…something that I haven’t done in years.

Problem is that in my years of rapid breeding and child nurturing I have lost friends and failed to make new ones that are “going out” friends.  Sure I have some new mommy acquaintances, but no one that would appreciate the call to dress like a hooch and act like an idiot. They are more the types to quietly socialize and call it an early evening…not that that’s a bad thing, just not what I’m looking for tonight.

Tonight I want to go out, have fun, feel pretty and forget that I have 5 kids at home that need my constant attention.  I want to forget that I have spent months upon months rotund with child.  I want to pretend that I have been enjoying my 20’s in a normal way instead of in a maternal way.

But, since I have no friends to go out with, I am sitting here in my sweatpants and fancy heels with a baby napping on my lap blogging about it.  I’m not even sure how to regain any semblance of a social life.  I don’t relate much to the childless crowd and tend towards the younger side of the mommy crowd.  It’s getting to the point now that I am rapidly approaching 30 (as my beloved likes to remind me daily) that my years of “fun” are in the past.

I guess what I’m really wondering is how do older people make fun friends?  It’s not like I can go meet the cool kids while skipping class these days.  And I’m not so comfortable approaching the Mom’s at playgroup saying “Hey…wanna go get crunk?” mostly because it’s weird, but also because I don’t want to have to explain my funky and ultra timely lingo.

But I am lonely, bored and need a life!  A girl can’t live on diapers alone!!

Tell me, my 10’s of readers…how do I get a life.  Where do I go? What do I say? Is it really all over for me? Do I just have years of heel wearing TV time ahead of me?  Help! Save me from a life of this (at least for the one or two times a year that I feel like doing something, every other day its perfectly fine with me J)!