Saturday night, I had my first 'girls night out' since my son was born. I left Baby J at home with my husband! I drove over an hour away to meet up with ONE girl that I knew, brought my bestfriend, and several others I had never met before. She had cooked dinner and we made a bon fire. Drinking games came along, and I had a few shots but nothing else for the rest of the night. My bestie, on the other hand, was DRUNK. I mean, throwing up on the side of the highway drunk. I was jealous. I got home at a decent hour (about 12:30am) and my sweet baby was fast asleep and my husband was VERY glad to see me! Poor guy.
That night, Baby J woke up a LOT. I'm positive he is teething, though I don't see anything yet. It was awful. He woke up every 10 minutes or so from 4:30am on. My sweet husband let me take a nap the next day, and I slept for over two hours! I was so fucking happy. It's ridiculous to be that excited and thankful for a NAP, isn't it? I miss mid-afternoon naps on the weekends. They are nonexistant now. I don't know how many times I said thank you to him.
As I was sitting around the fire on Saturday night, looking at my best friend taking swings of home made liquor and wondering how my husband was doing with Baby J, I was so happy to be there - in the woods - just hanging out. No time to be home and the good company of other married women and women with children - all of which were skanky drunk except me. I wish I could have joined more, but the drive was too much and at the time, I had no death wish. This is something we want to do monthly. Hopefully that works out, because I really needed it.
As for watching what I eat and working out goes? Yeah - that didn't happen. That was also supposed to be the plan for today - but that didn't happen either. I am having a really hard time not giving in to cravings. One day at a time, I suppose.
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