I got pregnant with Will about two and a half years ago so it’s safe to say until two and a half years ago, I was a party girl. Good god – I was even interviewed in a bar and identified as a ‘party girl’ in the caption underneath on Global News! Humiliating when your boss sees that. I spent countless weekends nursing brutal hangovers, lying on my couch watching Overboard on TBS. I thought when I got pregnant that the thing I would miss the most was drinking. I admit, having to spend the Christmas holidays sober sucked but other than that, I didn’t miss it much at all.
Since having Will, I’ve had a couple random nights of debauchery but I’ve quickly learned that even if he has a sleepover I still have to hang out with him the whole next day, in a hungover haze, willing him to have a nap which he likely won’t! I’ve learned that it is soooo not worth it.
I just got back from my annual girls weekend where I decided to single-handedly kick start the French wine industry. Oh my god. Really? Did I need the 10th glass of wine last night? Apparently I did to do some rapping
to Will Smith and pass out curled up next to my friends dog.
A few years ago at this same girls weekend, my friend who had a two year old was missing him like crazy. I so did not get it. I kept thinking in my head – you have to be kidding, it’s only two days!!! I just wanted her to get drunk with the rest of us and forget that she had a kid. Well – it’s safe to say – I get it now. And I get why she didn’t want to stay up until 4 in the morning analyzing life in a wine slurred voice.
I woke up this morning and I couldn’t get back to Will fast enough. It made me so happy. A year ago at this time, in the midst of my postpartum, I would have begged for an extra night away from him and now, I can’t tell you how much I missed him. And the best part, he really missed me too.
So it’s safe to say I’m only too happy to pass on the title of ‘Party Girl’ to someone else. Here’s a hint sweetheart – eat a banana and take three advil before you go to sleep and you’ll feel stellar the next day. (I could have used that reminder last night).
Hmmm – which part is pathetic BedfordBabe…sleeping with a dog? missing the kid? Just curious…
Actually it is pathetic. Just keep lying to yourself.
Sara, that sounds like me at my 40th birthday party. I lost track of the drinking after two bottles of Australian Cabernet Sauvignon. I drank a whole bottle of Pepto Bismol the next day and had to postpone the return drive home (3hrs back to Calgary from Edmonton) to see my kids on my own bday! Too hungover to eat the gourmet cupcake they got me. good thing their present was a spa day, I needed the steam room to sweat the booze out of my bloodstream!
I agree, having kids does slow down the drinking habit, but it seems that once in a while we need the slap-in-the-face reminder of a hangover to keep us on the straight and narrow!
And, fwiw, one of the first times I ever got drunk I ended up puking in a stranger’s yacht head before boarding the ECI grad cruise. Good times!
Oh there’s hope for you Robert….. there’s hope for everyone (well okay maybe not everyone). It took the kid for me, I think the party’ing didn’t stop when I was dating…hmmm maybe why I’m still single?
Leigh – HILARIOUS. What happens at Thunder Beach stays at Thunder Beach…
Well…I guess there is hope for this party boy also…I just need a good woman to kick my butt.
I remember are Thunder Beach night many years back. It was my first night I think of meeting you and I thought you were SO MUCH FUN. You still are. Loved your post.
I love getting away from my kids…..don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and I love being a mom but I also jump at any chance for “girl time”, drinking way to much wine and laughing about the silly things (ranging from things that our kids have done to the things that are going wrong with our aging bodies!!!)
Every time I get an opportunity to get away (which is rare) I take it….not because I love getting away (ok, I love getting away) but because I love coming home even more!!!! It’s true, absence makes the heart grow fonder, for my kids and for me!!!!
..it’s scary…
It’s amazing how Party Girl grows up, isn’t it 😉