Give and Take

Peanut butter and chocolate, Britney and Justin...some things in life belong together. Late night drinking with friends and a one year old do not. It was an evening I needed, one long overdue. Two bottles of red, four friends and some distraction free conversation among well-dressed adults (read, not doning pureed sweet potatoes). I'm not sure whose wonderful idea it was to toast our friendship with a bottle of champagne as we neared midnite. At the time it sounded like it made perfect sense. Bubbly in hand, I was a woman on a mission, reclaiming my femininity, my independence my very identity. A few short hours later I was a woman with deep regret. McDonalds sundae half melted, awaking on the couch at 3:30 and my nemesis, the clock, charging ahead. My sunshine awoke at 7:30 a.m., God bless her. Ready to greet the day. Let's hope that Tylenol works some magic soon. It was well worth it though. Must do this again.