Today makes me feel old.

For several reasons.

The first being that it’s St. Patrick’s day.  Typically, on this day, I can drink for free all night long, just because of the color of my hair and the tint of my skin.  I have not an Irish chromosome in me, but I look Irish enough that I never have to buy a drink on St. Patty’s day.  However, because I’m old now, I won’t go out drinking.  I’ll be home.  With my husband and The Boy.  At least there’s wine there.

The second reason I feel old?  Spring Break starts this next week.  And me?  Yeah, I’m working.  No beach, no mountains, no nothing.. just working.  Getting paid, I suppose, is worth it.. but sometimes, I miss the spontaneity of youth.  I remember sleeping in till noon with my roommate, then trekking down to the complex’s swimming pool, laying out for hours, then stumbling back to get ready for the night ahead.  I remember how nice that was.  And I feel old.

Especially since my husband and The Boy will be home all week.  WHILE I’M WORKING.

You should not lose Spring Break when you become a working adult.  If anything, WE NEED IT more than the kids do.  Most of the managers around my workplace are taking the week off (or some portion thereof).  But I’ll be working.  And not getting tan.  Or drunk.  Or laid.

All of you working adults who have been at it longer than I have are, most likely, laughing at me.  Because I’m new to this “old” thing.  I’m getting accustomed to it, don’t worry.  And I’m trying not to be bitter.  I’m trying not to hate Bryan for being at home next week (it’s obviously not his fault), for eating food that I bought and want to eat with him, for having the sunshine the full length of the day.. argh.

Maybe a tanning session would fix it.  The high dose of UV A & B rays will raise my spirits.

Happy St. Patty’s Day.  If you’re out tonight, tell ‘em you know a redhead, and tip one up for me.