What a weekend. It a started with having a snow day on Friday. Landon did not have daycare. I was a little, okay really frustrated, with Luke plowing snow and did not want to be at home. So, Robin decided that she needed some adult conversation and me having four wheel drive I decided that I would go visit her. She had a bottle of wine that she was dying to try. Okay, I have to be honest, I have not ever liked wine, but I decided I would choke a glass down with her. Oh my goodness, It was so good. I couldn't believe how fast I was able to drink it. However, my body got very warm, and I could tell I had a glass. I was feeling my alcohol. It was terrible. So, as the night progressed, we decided that Melissa and the kids needed to come over too, since Chad was being a butt head as well. Melissa joined us and it was us girls, until the men showed up. It was a fun spur of the moment evening.
Saturday I had a little headache when I woke up just to know that I was to go out with my High school girlfriends. I wasn't too excited, but I did end up having a great night out. We went out and closed the bars down at 2:30 and Luke and I had an after bar gathering at our house. Glad Grandma had Landon. The last person left at 4ish and I got to bed at 5:00, IN THE MORNING. I am Mom, I am suppose to be sleeping at those hours. Sunday was a very long day for me. I was not hung over, I was extremely tired, since I was at Grandma's house to pick up Landon before 10. Crazy. So needless to say that I was sleeping before 8 last night. I don't feel bad today, but I think tomorrow might be another story.
It did feel good to be a kid again. It felt good to go out and not have any worries. However, I think I am good and will not need to do that again anytime soon.
2 comments:
You truly were a kid this weekend as you were chasing for the ball the same time Landon was to see who could get it first. Well you beat him to the chase and fell in the meantime on the hardwood floor. Thanks for the laughs this weekend it was much needed by me. Oh but I wasn't laughing at you I was laughing with you.
Sure you were. My butt still hurts a week later.
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