Every now and then a very random song will pop into my head. Tonight, I ran over to the small clock in our living room to see what time it was. It was seven o’clock. On the dot. As I was having this thought, a song popped in to my head.
“It’s seven o’clock
On the dot
I’m in my drop top
Cruisin’ the streets – oh yeah”
Now, for those of you who were in junior high in 1997 as I was, you probably recognize this song. I am not proud that this is the song that popped into my head when I saw that it was seven o’clock. On the dot. I have not thought about this song, since, oh probably 1998.
Anyway, the song goes on to talk about a guy picking up a girl for a date. It’s not a very appropriate song, so I’ll leave it at that.
The reason I thought it was so funny is that at seven o’clock, most young people are going out/being picked up for a date/picking their date up/last-minute primping since said-date is a running a little late (oh, and I rhyme).
I remember my mom calling me one night when I was a freshman in college at about 9 pm. She said something along the lines of, “oh good, you’re in for the night.” I said back, “um, I haven’t gone out yet.” Oops.
Anyway, you might be wondering what I was doing this particular night at seven o’clock. On the dot. Well, not getting ready to go on a date. And not primping either. I was actually putting Macy in her butterfly pajamas and brushing her newly-shampooed hair. Oh, how times have changed.
Tonight we ate dinner at about…oh, 5:15 PM (cringe). Now, to our defense, we were meeting some friends at a restaurant (see, we do have friends!) and had decided on this super-early bird special time to miss most of the traffic that comes out between 5:30-6:30 pm every weekday (for more info see my post called The Bermuda Triangle).
However, this put us back at home at about…um, 6:40ish with our evening activities completed. So by seven, we’d gotten home, unloaded our stuff, and I had given Macy a bath. Hence the pajamas and brushing hair. At this rate, Macy would be in bed by 7:20, I’d have the whole evening to myself, and she’d probably wake up at like 5 am. Lucky me.
At 7:05, I washed my face. I figure, hey, if you’re going to eat dinner at the early bird time, might as well get ready for bed early too. From 7:10-7:50, Macy ran around with her daddy, playing soccer and chase. At 7:50, we read books. And then around 8ish, I put her to bed. And now here I am at the computer – at about 8:20 blogging this to you.
All this to say, my how things have changed. Several years ago, if it was 8:20 pm, Jeff and I could have been anywhere – eating dinner (at a normal hour), buying movie tickets for a late-night showing of the newest flick, playing a game (probably Settlers) at a friend’s house, stopping by McDonald’s for some ice cream.
So I guess this is what grown-ups do at seven o’clock. On the dot. Good thing I was never a huge fan of rap music to begin with.