Mommy was under the weather.

So last week Steve and I were invited out for Saturday night. We got Neena and Bampy to watch the boys so it was a "kid free" evening. We headed over to Patrick and Cristina's house for 630. I was busy checking my messages and not paying attention to where Steve was driving and we went too far into Tewksbury, had to turn around and back track. He was surprisingly not cranky about this. We got to Papi and Cristina's house a little late but Melissa and Fernando were a little later than us. Cristina was drinking a Mangotini. I tried it but didn't like it. Papi made me Appletinis. They were delicious. A little too delicious. I had far too much to drink prior to eating. We had delicious chicken fajitas. I can't remember if it was before or after dinner that we did a shot. Of course, I wasn't smart enough to ask what it was before I drank it but it was tequila. I didn't really care for it so I went back to my delicious Appletini's. We ate and ate and ate some more and it was delish. Then the night wore on and I got very intoxicated. Cristina was talking to Melissa about something bloody and my stomach ( that had already been telling me enough) got even more queasy and we headed to my mom's. I will spare the details but I did not pray to the porcelain god, I did however make many trips off the couch thinking that I was going to. On Sunday we got up and headed back home at about 9 am. As we drove through Auburn there were hunters with rifles, walking around. I hate hunting season.... I spent the day on the couch. I thought I was dying. I subsequently figured out that it is not the bigger they are the harder they fall but the older you are the harder it is to recover. Thankfully I have an understanding husband - who had been in these shoes before - to take care of the children. At one point in the afternoon I opened one eye because I heard a child. It was Jonathan. He quickly hid something behind his back, looked at me and started singing to me. It was a lullaby. He obviously didn't want me to know that he was smuggling something upstairs but anyway. It was a cute song - Go to fleep, go to fleep, go to fleep my mommy. Go to fleep, go to fleep and he was off up the stairs. I didn't fully recover from my hangover until Tuesday when I woke up but I will tell you it was well worth the agony. Thanks - Lissa, Nando, Papi and Cristina - I had an awesome night.