Hangovers are God's way of saying you were a colossal idiot last night. What's ironic is that the older you get, the harder it is to recover. I feel it should be the other way around. Aren't you supposed to need the stiff kick in the pants when you're younger? Fortunately, or unfortunately, I don't have a wealth of experience to draw on in this area. I mean with respect to drinking, the colossal idiot part, I've got down to a science.
Recently, we went over to a friend's house because let's face it, it's always better to make an ass of yourself in front of other people rather than just the privacy of your own home. Thank God for understanding friends. It also helps that according to accurumor, I can be funny as hell when I'm plastered. Luckily, nothing was broken, another bonus.
The whole thing began innocently enough with a warped card game and six alleged grownups. We had some good pizza and adult beverages. I was actually fine for most of the evening until I made the mistake of attempting to have a drink with dessert. My spouse was the first one to figure out there was something wrong when I went to the bathroom. You could have written a novel in the time I took. It got even better when I had to ask for Lysol wipes and a bottle of cold water.
One should drink responsibly. I got that part half right. I had the designated driver but I mixed. Henceforth referred to as "the Big Mistake".
I got lucky in the sense that at least I didn't have to drive. The next day was about as much fun as a fork in the eye. My body let me know in no uncertain terms that I am way not as young as my brain thinks I am. The entire next day I was useless and eternally grateful we had no plans. The next day was Monday, and I didn't feel much better. It's a lucky thing my spouse was unemployed. I had to let him handle the majority of getting our girl to school that morning. Food was also not an option that day, either. If Gatorade is considered a meal, you're pretty sick.
Is there some part of me that's trying to relive college days I never had? God knows age hasn't brought enough wisdom for my taste. If one were to ask why I drink in the first place, the answer is I'm the mom of a girl knee deep in puberty. Yeah, I'll probably be hung over again.
Thursday, April 18, 2019
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
The Facebook blues
We are knee deep in the back to school season as of this writing. It was a quieter Labor Day weekend than I would have liked. There was some excitement, if you could call it that. Our vacuum cleaners croaked before our bar b q and then our grill went on strike in the middle of cooking. The food we put in the oven peed all over the bottom and created quite a fog in my kitchen. Through the miracle of ventilation, we managed to not host the local fire department.
I am a bit sad to see the end of the summer, despite stressing out about it. It occurs to me that it comes down again, for me to letting go. The biggest thing I worried about was keeping our daughter occupied. It was easier though, having my husband home. This is where the usual mommy guilt and my love hate relationship with social media comes in. I frequently look back on our Summer and ask myself 'How good was it?' for our girl.
I admit I have a lot of bad habits and too much Facebook is one of them. When you look and see neighbor pictures that scream 'Look at all the fun we're having!', it's a bit hard not to feel jealous/depressed. I don't post pics of our girl for privacy reasons so having nothing to report is my choice. What I lose sight of is the fact that we have, in fact, done things. We spent our usual week at the beach, and as much as our girl complained about summer camp, there were some good field trips. There was also a family outing to a gamer con, which she enjoyed. We even managed to arrange a trip to Hershey Park with my nephew.
Why do I even bother doing this crap to myself? Our kid is far from deprived and no one died and declared me the entertainment committee. I am, however, a game nerd, and the self appointed electronics gestapo. Therein lies my problem. I struggle with letting our girl entertain herself in ways that don't involve a screen. The complaints of 'Do I have to?' are endless. Perhaps earplugs would help. It's not like I've never heard the whining before. How do you toughen the armor and more importantly stay out of the drama vortex? It looks like I'm going to need all the help I can get.
I am a bit sad to see the end of the summer, despite stressing out about it. It occurs to me that it comes down again, for me to letting go. The biggest thing I worried about was keeping our daughter occupied. It was easier though, having my husband home. This is where the usual mommy guilt and my love hate relationship with social media comes in. I frequently look back on our Summer and ask myself 'How good was it?' for our girl.
I admit I have a lot of bad habits and too much Facebook is one of them. When you look and see neighbor pictures that scream 'Look at all the fun we're having!', it's a bit hard not to feel jealous/depressed. I don't post pics of our girl for privacy reasons so having nothing to report is my choice. What I lose sight of is the fact that we have, in fact, done things. We spent our usual week at the beach, and as much as our girl complained about summer camp, there were some good field trips. There was also a family outing to a gamer con, which she enjoyed. We even managed to arrange a trip to Hershey Park with my nephew.
Why do I even bother doing this crap to myself? Our kid is far from deprived and no one died and declared me the entertainment committee. I am, however, a game nerd, and the self appointed electronics gestapo. Therein lies my problem. I struggle with letting our girl entertain herself in ways that don't involve a screen. The complaints of 'Do I have to?' are endless. Perhaps earplugs would help. It's not like I've never heard the whining before. How do you toughen the armor and more importantly stay out of the drama vortex? It looks like I'm going to need all the help I can get.
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