Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw?

Jimmy Buffet anyone?  No, okay well that's a real song.  So is My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus.  Know it, love it, live it.

Any-h-way, let's just say that I've been sober a lot the last few years.  Like a lot.  I've been pregnant for basically a year and a half and also breast fed for a year between that.  Not to say I didn't get all CA-RAZY when I was breastfeeding, it was just kindof a huge pain in the ass so most of the time it was NOT worth it.  Pumping and dumping before bed while you're drunk and wanting to talk about the nonsensical night you just had to your sleeping husband is not that fulfilling.  (By the way, by getting CA-RAZY, I mean I had a few glasses of wine and said some things I found witty.  Although once I did make a guy cry.)

So last night we had a little bbq to go to.  This was with some of my husband's co-workers and their employees.  The employees, incidentally are all in their early twenties, single, and still in the party their socks off stage.  (Party their socks off made me sound way old didn't it?)  Well the point is, I was the only pregnant old lady there, and therefore, the only sober person there.  I was actually enjoying myself and managed a few witty comments even without the aid of alcohol.  Did I mention this little shindig happened on a Wednesday night?  Again, I'm old.

Around 1 o'clock a.m. I decided that the intoxication levels had reached a point that any sober person shouldn't be asked to tolerate, pregnant or not.  I'd heard the same story from a person 3 times in a row.  Like literally, she would finish telling it, say how funny it was, and then tell it again.  I know for a fact that I do this when I am drunk too so maybe that's the key to making it ok, but sober BU was rolling her eyes and wanting to go home.  Finally around 2 o'clock I crawled into my bed with my drunk husband and fell asleep immediately.

The thing about babies is that they don't give a shit if you went to bed at 2 am.  L went ahead and woke up this morning like nothing had happened.  He actually did sleep later than normal, which was nice, but 8:30 still came early.  This day has turned into a nappy, grouchy, don't leave the couch kind of day.  You might think the point of this post is to convince myself not to go to anymore Wednesday night drinking fests with 20 somethings, but the real point is OMG I can't wait to have a drink.