Today has been the worst parenting day so far, and it’s all my fault. I am so hungover.
Carter came home from my aunt’s today just in time for his nap. Fantastic! I vegged on the couch for the entire 3 hours he slept. Then, after he woke up, I put him in the living room and put up the baby gate so that I could continue to veg while he played around me. I feel like a bag. of. smashed. assholes. Ugh.
He’s still wearing his pajamas and I don’t plan on even changing them before he heads off to bed tonight. No point now.
So, yes. I did get to enjoy Mike’s Christmas party to some extent last night. He decided that he wanted to drive home, so I indulged. Oh, did I ever. We had to stop so I could expel my innards on the side of the highway. Over indulgence maybe.
The party itself was as excruciatingly dull as previous years, I think I just enjoyed it more because I was pretty well shit faced.
Finally got the much needed extension cords for the outdoor lights. At night the lights look so great, but during the day, the maze of extension cords and strings of light just look hideous, and there’s nothing really to hide that.
Nothing says class like a big ugly orange extension cord hanging precariously over the front door.
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