Monday, November 14, 2011
Look away from the ATAT's ass, ok?
We got our purple sofa, we stayed up late, we 'partied'. Personally, I had a glass of wine and a cigarette and that is what partying entails for me at this point in my life. (The cigarette gave me an incredibly bitchy hangover. really, not worth the illicit thrill of hiding from the kids at all. ) I hid in the kitchen and with the kids, I made my mother cry, my six year old stayed up until midnight, the ham was good, the beans were halfassed, the morning after was pretty great, the adrenalin crash and resulting stayhomeyness was cool.
I'm still hiding, kept the six year old home today because he was crying at breakfast that he didn't want to go, and it wasn't the petulant cry of the whiny, but it was real, and I think he needs to catch up on his sleep some more. I feel somewhat off-balance myself having the kids home so much in the past week and now home again with an upcoming two nights away for me, then Thanksgiving, and perhaps it is me who is almost tipping over, trying to balance 'the life' with 'the recuperation'. hm.