Nothing a Few Cocktails Can't Fix
I’m feeling a little better about things after a little holiday from mothering this weekend. My mom’s been here for a few days, allowing me to hit the pub with my new classmates Thursday night. McHotty was even able to hook up with us later in the evening too. I had a really good time. And once a few beers loosened my tongue, I talked to a few people about feeling intimidated and it turns out I’m not alone. Phew.
My dear mom got up with Cakes the last two mornings and took her to the park, freeing me to read my ass off and get ahead a little. I also managed to hit my neighbours’ annual bash last night, which was, as always, a riot. I managed to refuse all but two of the many trays of shooters floating under my nose, and put the cap on my wineglass at around 1 am, allowing me to hit the books unencumbered by a splitting headache this morning (wish I could say the same of Thurs night).
So, I’m thinking I can manage all of this after all. The only problem is, since Cakes started school she has given up on napping. This is my worst nightmare. I don’t need to tell you how much my thin thread of sanity depends on a reliable nap time.
Anyone else experience this during transitions? Please tell me it’s temporary.