That’s MRS. Party Animal to You.

It’s 2AM. And I’m still awake. The guys are playing video games on the big screen and here I sit on the couch, documenting this moment in history.

I feel like a college student, with no pressing obligations (save the mounds of homework that I grew very good at ignoring) and the ability to throw caution to the wind as I doom myself to baggy, drooping eyes tomorrow.

It’s exhilarating. I know I will regret this tomorrow when my 4-month-old reminds me that I’m too old for late nights, and that the blissful days of sleeping in are eternally over, but for the time being I am getting a fresh breeze of youth.

I turn 26 on Monday. 26 is one year from 27, which is one year from 28, which is ABSOLUTELY ANCIENT. I need all the youth I can get.

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