so last night we drank the world at our neighbours/friends’ apartment next door. right now i would prefer to die.
i guess i was on a semi-rebellious mommy streak cuz the most i’d drank before had been 3, 4, 5 drinks and i topped that good last night. then since i was being extra smart and it’d been somewhere between a year and a half and two since i’d smoked any pot, i shared a bowl with my girl friend. game over.
i came home to dr. daddy passed out, zoë awake and distraught and had to try to give her a bottle/soothe her for a half hour during which she was unsoothable and i had to try to not pass out/throw up on her/fall over while pacing with her. i had to shake, poke, slap dr. daddy awake so that he could take care of her for 2 hours while i spent it in the lap of luxury with my head in the toilet. i came to and everyone was asleep and then i did the same. thank god she slept in this morning.
dr. daddy has been damn supportive, taking her for a walk so i could pass out in a little mermaid inspired hangover pile. and it seems like a good idea to go back to that.
class, that’s my middle name. but i think i learned my lesson. and today, i began teaching zoë about using her “inside voice.”
