Please. Put me out of my misery.

We had THE Daddy’s holiday party for work last night. They call it a Gala. It’s black tie with dinner and drinks over night at a really nice Inn. I cut my hair really short…and got all dressed up. No snot or poop on my clothes. Dug out the non-mommy panties. Even wore panty hose and makeup.

It was fun. A smidge too much fun. Prime Rib, open bar, awesome 80’s cover band.

Yep, that was me doing shots with the owners. Yep, there I was dancing to Bon Jovi at midnight.

My eyeballs hurt. I think my blood is ½ Jack and Coke…or perhaps ¼ Jack & Coke and ¼ wine. Can’t really remember.

Had lunch and recess duty with Princess at her school. K-2 in cafeteria with spaghetti. VERY cold outside. The snow and sky are both white…way too white.

Had a kid ask are you the cool mom?

Not feeling like it right now. Felt like saying, nope, I’m the hungover on a weekday mom.

Got thru it in an outer body experience, feels like I’m living through a bad dream, am I really awake kind of way.

Got home hoping to take nap for an hour before picking up the kids from school.

Dog wiped ass all over living room carpet. Oh, the smell…too much.

THE Daddy tried to make coffee. Broke my favorite coffee mug in kitchen. Late for meeting. Leaves me to vacuum up mess. Vaccuum = way too loud.

That last shot seemed like a good idea. Wasn’t really thinking about how I would feel today.

Any ideas on how to quietly entertain the kids for 4 long hours until THE Daddy comes home? He’s not in nearly as bad of shape as I am and will be able to take over. I’m thinking of setting up a fort on the newly cleaned carpet and turning on a movie marathon.  I would call our babysitter, but I'm way to embarrassed to say Hi, I'm really hung over and can't deal...wanna watch the kids for a few hours?  Would that make me a bad mom?

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