It was Mrs White in the Library with the candlestick

I am reading this great book and one of the chapters is called "your children only get one childhood make it a good one" Yes, insert mother guilt here. I feel a bout of it coming on. Sure I try to make it to every sports game, drive anyone everywhere, get the household duties done, but I use to be way more fun. I loved to paint rocks, bake cookies, make experiments and just muck about. I just don't have the time or energy anymore. I texted the girls to check up on them today and they were playing the board game clue. I was jealous. I love clue. I actually rock at clue. It's my eagle eye on the other detective's sheets. Some call that cheating I call it good detective work. I miss being a kid, my body is breaking down, my energy level decreased, I won't even talk about my memory and no one ever invites you over to play clue. Maybe its time I un-growed up. Bring on Mrs White and the Library.