How Did That Happen?

What's this? I don't contribute to my blog in a year, and now I post twice in the same week? I guess that's the name of my game...all or nothing.

This weekend was pretty uneventful as far as weekend's are concerned & we actually did not have plans or go out on either Friday or Saturday night. That seriously never happens. We're the two most socially committed people ever in life. So, really it was nice for a change to be able to do jack shizz.

Then came Sunday*...uffda.

*Disclaimer: Sunday is my day of rest. I typically do not make plans on Sunday's, or any other school night for that matter. The j.ob. is pretty demanding & because of this, by the time I get home, get to the gym, and get it together, I'm so not down with participating in anything else. That's just the way it is.

So Sunday rolls around and we have tickets to the Cubs game with a bunch of our ultra awesome friends. It's a 1:20 game and not only is it fah-ree-zing out, it's also windy as fark and raining. Good times. The only thing that could possibly put a silver lining on this grey, raining cloud of a day is that it's a Cubs game and that can only mean one thing: Day Drinking! Oh, wait...what's that you say? The Batch's can't truly partake in a fun-filled day of day drinking because they have their nephew's 2nd birthday party immediately following said Cubs game. Yes, you've got that right folks! A child's birthday party immediately following an hours-long drunk fest on a day you normally don't even like to get dressed & move your ass off the couch.

Moving on...so we meet by a friend's house at 11am on the dot for the drinking to commence prior to setting out for the game. A half hour into brunch cocktails (minus the brunch), the game gets called. Normally, this would be ideal, seeing as it's cold & rainy and no one really wanted to sit outside anyway...except for the fact this just encouraged even heavier drinking on our part. By 2pm I was h.a.m.m.e.r.e.d. and we still had a fun filled afternoon at my in-law's complete with tons of screaming 2 year olds (insert sarcasm here).

Needless to say, by the time we got home at around 7pm, I fell asleep face down on the couch (this oh-so-ladylike behavior has been lovingly coined as a "face nap" by the Seibel girls) with all my clothes on. Around 10pm my loving husband gathered me up & brought me to bed.

Then...Monday morning came and I thought I was dying. I was miz. I spent the day chugging ice water & downing Advil. If I could have inserted my face under the water dispenser in the break room, I totes would have. The line of work I'm in does not allow for me to "check out" so I also had to act alive. I literally felt like I was 100 years old. Gone are the days of my college youth, when I was able to stay up until the wee hours of the night, after spending all of my hard earned dough from my PT gig on $0.50 drafts at Duffy's. Gone are the days when I was able to function on 2 hours of sleep.

How Did That Happen?

When did I become all adult-like and responsible? It clearly happened when I wasn't paying attention. I suddenly need a minimum of 8 hours sleep & can only drink on nights when I don't have to get up before 7am.

I can still, however, sleep until noon on any given Saturday with the best of 'em. The day I start waking up at 7am on a Saturday because of my "internal alarm clock", is the day I hang my head in shame. I'm not a lost cause. Yet.