Boy A had a Birthday, Poker, Sleep Over Party and I am exhauseted and feeling miserable and sorry for myself. I don't know why I'm feeling so blah. His party went well, the guys were very nice. He had a great time, they didn't get much sleep, but they were relatively quiet and if I could have slept I would have gotten enough sleep. I'm not sleep deprived.
Partly I'm angry with myself. I brought home some wine, because I had promised the mom of one of the boys that I would have chilled white wine ready for her. Unfortunately I had a glass with her and two more after she left. The last was while I was watching TV in my room (Hubby and I were banished to our bedroom except for periodic parent checks) until takeout dinner arrived. It took about 20 minutes for it to come, or so I hear. I was sound asleep by the time the delivery guy arrived and I didn't wake up until midnight. I was tired, but I doubt I would have slept so soundly if I hadn't had so much to drink. Why didn't I stop at one or two glasses. I feel like an alcoholic in the making and I don't like it. I missed my son's party. I didn't lead the singing of happy birthday. I wasn't there when he opened his presents. I feel very. very remiss.
Misery doesn't want company because all I want to do is sulk in my room. And dang, at 55 I think it is against the law to sulk all day.
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