Has the time come to grow up?

I got into trouble the other day from a friend because of the infrequency of my blog posts lately. She had a very valid point. They have been infrequent, and for that I am sorry. But this is what happens when you have three children whose birthday's all fall within 2 weeks of each other, and this coincides with the usual end of the teaching year hijinks. Like reports writing. And having to lie to kids that you haven't written their reports so they had better keep behaving. For the record it doesn't work. Kids may not be able to remember the date that their assignment is due , but they sure as hell remember the date their reports are due.

Another reason for my infrequent posts have also been due to excessive socialising. Which has forced me to consider that - and god this hurts to say it- but...........I can no longer party like a rock star. I may have said this before but this time I mean it. Before I used to think I partied like a rock star say of Katy Perry's calibre ( partied hard but with pizazz)  but I think I now party more like Courtney Love. And that is never good.

"I haven't drunk that much"

So my blog readers I think the time has come for me to grow up. You will notice I didn't say "Act my age". That is because I am not really sure how a 43 year old acts. If you know the answer to let please let me know. So this week I sat myself down (in the car on the way to work) listened to Sia's Chandelier and decided that my theme song needed to change from " I Want to Rock'n'Roll All Night" to something by Michael Buble ". 

Hey there Middle aged lady.

So as a start to growing up I have embarked on Detox December. Here are my rules.

1. I have to exercise EVERY SINGLE DAY. I accidentally broke that today because I was feeling unwell which I think has a lot to do with the word "detox". I did walk around the school a lot today though. 
2. I am limiting my alcohol consumption. They key word is limit. Not eliminating. To eliminate in December would be crazy. 
3. I am being super careful with my food. This was going well until today when I was doing my extra walking around the school and walked into the staff room and somehow a sausage in a bun appeared in my hands.
4. Stop doing silly things. Like dancing with a ribbon which someone filmed and put on Facebook. Because that saying "dance like no one is watching because no one is..they are on their phones." may be true. But they are on their phones watching footage of you dancing with a ribbon on Facebook.
5. Try and concentrate on things better, even if I find it really boring. Like when my youngest daughter starts retelling a story from school which goes on and on and on. And on.
6. Stop swearing like a sailor. It is time for me to come up with a new favourite word. Growns ups favourite word is not mother f*%$#er.
7. Stop using teenage words. Like awesome and soooo cool, and OMG. 
8. Stop sending messages to my daughter where I put in emoticons instead of words. Grown ups don't do that.
9. Stop getting crushes on teenage boy bands. I really am too old for Harry Styles. Apparently the calculation is half your age + 7 years. A friend at work told me that.
10. It might be time to consider getting my hair cut. Maybe I think I may be doing a Victoria Secrets hair do, but instead maybe it looks more like Donald Trump. On a bad day.

So wish me luck. I'm off to pop on the kettle and pop on some repeats of Downton Abbey.  The real one - not the P Diddy version. Slice of fruit cake anyone?

 Here is the P Diddy one in case you are not ready to be a grown up.