I am hungover, Not in an “Oh my god, I feel sick I am never going to drink again…do you hear me NEVER again” kind of way. More like “I feel like the cat took a crap in my mouth and I need to get more sleep” kind of way.

But it’s ok because I can actually enjoy last night, I can look back and think “yes every drink was worth it (even that last vodka that I wasn’t sure about at the time)” I got out of bed without feeling sick or setting of the jack hammer in my head that has taken residence on previous occasions in similar circumstance . And I can also (kind of) enjoy the fact that it was just before 8:30 and I was awake!

Last night was brilliant, Fantastic, Amazing!!

Well it was if you’re not one of the lads in the band whom are all suicidal today because the sound wasn’t quite right (come on lads chins up, a bands job is to entertain, and that you did!)
Or if you are my neighbor, who came out with myself and entourage not having met anyone other than me and James before getting absolutely wasted and didn’t quite make it back in the taxi with us (or home alone by all accounts, although she assures me she WAS a good girl so that’s o.k then I suppose??) BUT it was for me. I felt like I was on a proper girls night out and I haven’t been on one of those for far too long, I talked to numerous people, some old faces, some new, drank copious amounts of Jack Daniels, Vodka and Malibu (not all at the same time of course) and just had so much fun.

Now with much fortune in my “delicate” state today has been a lazy day, with a capital L!!

After picking the blonde one up from the sitters (my grandparents) I went home ate American bagels, drank tea, said goodbye to sleepy friends, then I went back to bed and in a style that makes me want to run around screaming “I HAVE THE BESTEST SON IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD” (which I have, but just to confirm it) Jordan decided today was a Saturday so would be a lazy day and came to bed with me.

We sat and watched 5 episodes of Scrubs and he just let mommy be the whining, miserable, hungover, over tired monster she wanted to be for the full 2 and a half hours it took. He demanded nothing but the occasional cuddle, no unreasonable request for attention, no demands for drinks/sweets/change of channel and nothing that meant I even had to move my head off the pillow (except for the one instance when we decided we both had to sit up and pull faces at James who was working the other side of the bedroom).

God dammit I love that child!

Feeling much revived, we got up in time for a visit from the in laws, with enough energy to make a sea turtle out of plaster cast in a horrible rubber mold (guess what we’ll be painting tomorrow) and to realize I’ve managed to avoid any housework for yet another whole day WINNER!

Now its another night, Jordan is back in bed albeit his own this time and I am putting serious consideration into getting back into my own…I wonder if I can con James into making me a cup of tea and bringing it up to me if I do??