The following coversation was discussed in my house last night.
Me: I really want to see the movie, Leatherheads.
Hubs: Me too.
Me: Maybe we should go tomorrow night.
Hubs: Let me check the movie times online.
A few minutes later
Hubs: The earliest time I can find is 7p.m.
Me: Are there not any earlier times?
Hubs: Let me keep checking. Nope, 7p.m. is the earliest.
Me: UGH. If we go at 7, we won't get out until after 9, then we won't be able to be home until around 10, after we go pick up Hoss (at the grandparent's house). That is so late. Hoss will be asleep and then he'll wake up on the way home and be a major grump. Maybe we can go some other time.
Hubs: Yeah, that is pretty late to be out.
At that moment I realized just how old we are. We don't even want to be out of the house past 8p.m. It's a sad reality.