My. Head. Hurts.
So, I went to the pub last night with several Toronto mommy bloggers (sorry, I’m too tired for linky love right now), full of intentions to have only one or two drinks and head home at a reasonable hour, because I knew McHotty was working today and I would be on solo duty for 24 hours.
Yeah, right. I’ve been out with these bad ladies before, and that hasn’t happened yet.
I would share the gory details if I could remember them.
I do recall the ladies becoming rather raunchy after midnight (Crazymumma’s personal trainer figured largely in the conversation and inspired her to go home and write erotica at 2:00 in the morning, naughty girl).
Cakes was up at 7 this morning and I called my neighbours at 9, desperate for a play-date invitation. They’re so kind and understanding. A made a pitcher of OJ and soda-water and D ran out to Tim’s and got us Breakfast Sandwiches and large coffees. There’s nothing like bacon and egg on a tea biscuit the morning after, is there.
I’ve just put Cakes down for her nap and now I’m going to make soup and go back to bed myself. Please, Cakes—nap soundly and long for mama, ‘kay?
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