Going Through a Mid Life Crisis, Maybe?

I've turned into my own brand of superhero lately. Look....driving too fast down the road, it's a Mom, it's a responsible adult.....No, it's Wannabe Party Girl! Just between you and me, on several occasions after I've dropped my kids off at either a play date or at my in-laws, I crank up the loudest, most obnoxious music I can find and I've had the BIGGEST craving for cigarettes and margaritas. Crazy, you say?! Absolutely! But I almost veered my car into the nearest gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes the other day.

So picture this. The other day, my friend volunteered to watch the kids so I could run to the grocery store quickly (you know, the quick in and out trip which is like paradise to those of us who are Moms. No one asked for doughnuts, juice boxes, sugar cereal, pop tarts....it was sheer heaven). So anyway, I was driving my preppy, skirt-wearing self (pearls, hair band and all, mind you!), in my oh so hip Volvo station wagon (the sexy beast - complete with empty car seats, sippy cups and gold fish crackers spilled throughout the backseat) and blasting Guns and Roses, of all things. Windows down. Singing loudly along to the music. There was dancing. And clapping. Ummmm, and hair swinging. And maybe even some overbiting. I know all the 21 year olds are standing in line to be my friend. I'm humbly waiting for my cease and desist letter from Guns and Roses.