This last week I turned 30. Gasp. I wallowed in self pitty pretty much all week, about how little I have accomplished in the last 10 years and what I plan on for the next 20.
My darling dear cousin took me out lastnight to "celebrate", bought me some drinks. I had planned on getting so shamelessly drunk that I would forget my name. No such luck. Turn's out that responsibility's a bitch. And with some A-hole pretty much chasing us around all night begging to buy us drinks, I was just not in the mood at all. I knew I would have to get up early this morning with my baby girl (4 1/2 months) and with the other little ones so that they woulden't destroy the house beyond repair.
While managing to get tipsy and alittle drunk, it was not what you might call a "good drunk". Why, can anyone tell me, why do guys hang out in bars and stalk women who are obviously married, and obviously not into them? Seriously... NOT GONNA HAPPEN BUDDY thanks but not thanks, GET A LIFE!
Woke up bright and early this morning ( against my protests) to screaming children. Tryed to take a hangover cure bath. Not a good plan when you have 7 people in a 1 bathroom house. In the @20 min I was in the bath, 3 ( three!!) people came in to shit in the toilet not a foot from my head...( WTH we're they saving it or something???)
So I think I will attempt to clean the house for awhile and nurse the crummy lollypop head feeling I have for a bit. Here's hoping 30 starts to suck alittle less in the near future. ~ Cheers. Blah.
Still learning all of lifes lessions, one day at a time.
