As I write this blog from my comatose like state, I admit that I am feeling pretty darn sorry for myself after a few too many wines. When I finished work last night my husband rang me to say that he had organise his folks to babysit and he was taking me out for dinner and drinks. What started off as a few glasses of a lovely Pinot and some delicious tapas somehow end up with me waking up to my bedroom room spinning around me in the early hours, with no recollection of how we even got home – woops!
As these kinds of occasions are obviously pretty rare to us these days, I think I may have gotten a little bit over excited. Once the first few wines were downed – teamed with the company of good friends and a lovely warm summers evening – I think I was too distracted to realise how much I was drinking and very quickly went from happily buzzed to the loud obnoxious drunk who needed to be carried home. Thankfully my husband wasn’t as silly as me and was able to take me home and tuck me into bed, but the worst was yet to come…
When I woke in the early hours of the morning I was instantly hit with an overwhelming feeling of regret, ohh and a throbbing headache! I stumbled to the fridge in search of water and looked at the time, that’s when it hit me – FUCK I HAVE A CHILD! At that point I swear my headache got worse from the thought of having to not just try and survive through this disgusting hangover but also somehow be a semi-acceptable parent!
After squeezing in a few hours shut eye I awoke feeling significantly worse then before. I mustered up the energy to shower with hope it would help lift the haze filling my head. I then tried every other trick in the book – Panadol, Berocca, coffee! I even made my husband go get me a bacon & egg McMuffin – extra cheese and BBQ sauce! Nothing seemed to work, so I accepted my fate and we went to pick up Annabelle!
As the weather had been pretty average in Vic lately, we had planned to go to the beach already as we were finally seeing some decent digits on the thermometer! On the drive there I spent most the trip trying not to spew and thinking about all the times I didn’t feel like death warmed up and how I’d taken it for granted! We finally arrived and the first thing I did was run far out into the ocean and dunk myself under, I instantly felt much better – THANK GOD!!
We ended up having a really great day and thankfully I did not die (only just), but I’m not going to lie I would have much preferred to have spent the day watching Dance Moms from my doona fort while my husband brought me Easy Mac and gatorade! Being out of commission is not an option as a parent and kids simply don’t care if you over did it the night before. While I wanted so bad to just veg out all day I felt so guilty if Annabelle had to be punished for my poor choices, that stupid mum guilt gets me every damn time! I think the effects of this hangover will stick with me for a while and next time perhaps ill be going hard on the lemonades because I really just don’t think it’s worth it!
What are your tips for dealing with a hangover with kids?