Parenting, itself, is hard enough. Throw a hangover into the mix and it's damn near impossible.
Loyals, I am not nearly as cool as I once was. Given that fact, I also do not have nearly the same tolerance for drinking as I once did. I am choosing to write of this godforsaken day that involved Poor Parental Decision Making mostly because if the feeling ever strikes again to hang out with our new Really Cool Parent Friends, I will have something to quickly refer to that will freshen my memory and have me choosing seltzer over a Stella any day.
Tiny humans make any hangover approximately 150 billion times worse. That pounding in your head? Magnified greatly by the constant whining and "mom! mom! mom!"
Those waves of nausea that seem to slap you across the face every 7 minutes? Only made more intense by having to change the tiny human's diaper.
And if you think that your tiny human would love to lay with Mommy on the nice, cold tile of the bathroom floor, you are wrong. They will not enjoy it nearly as much as you do and all they'll want to do is stick their hands in the toilet while you're trying to dry heave and sing The Itsy Bitsy Spider.
Loyals, I am not proud of my behavior this weekend. In fact, I am grounding myself. There will be no imbibing in the hair of the dog this week, regardless of how many 4:07pm Meltdowns there may be in my future. As it is, if I let myself think about it long enough, the room is still spinning just a teeny, tiny bit.
Gulp. Happy Monday, Loyals. Stay tuned, I'll be announcing the winner of the Erin Condren coupon code later this evening!