Kindly disregard this post. I’m drunk.

So, you’re reading this anyway, huh?  Well, suit yourself.

Let me set the scene for you then.  It is 11:20 p.m. CST.  My husband and my son are attending a Cub Scout Pack 679 Camp-In where they will spend the night “camping” in my son’s elementary school’s gymnasium.  I participated in this event last year, which is why I am not doing it again this year.  I love my son, but not enough to do it two years in a row.  My daughter is sleeping.  As she is also sick, she is probably snoring like a freight train.  I don’t particularly care at the moment because I, interestingly enough, have very recently consumed an entire bottle of Merlot purchased from Aldi.

I was initially very hesitant to purchase a bottle of wine from Aldi.  After all, it’s Aldi.  How good could the wine be?  But then I realized that, after two very stressful days of both children AND my husband being home from school and work due to the Chicago 2011 Blizzard (or as I like to call it, Snowtorious B.I.G.), I really didn’t care anymore.  I would consider drinking rubbing alcohol after the week I’ve just endured.  I probably wouldn’t actually drink it, but I would definitely consider it.  It’s been a rough week.

My family has been giddy with excitement because of the storm’s effect on their normal routine.  They played in the snow, drank hot chocolate and watched television until they passed out from exhaustion.  However, my activities haven’t been curtailed in the least.  In fact, my “job” became infinitely more complicated simply due to their presence.  I did not get a day off from the dishes.  The five loads of laundry still needed to be washed, folded and put away (I don’t iron.  Not anymore).  And now, in addition to everything I normally do throughout the day, I was also expected to prepare three squares a day for everybody, referee the grudge match between the boy and the girl over the blue Fisher-Price Geo Trax cargo box and every other piece of microscopic crap they decided they simply couldn’t live without for five minutes, and ignore the fact that my husband has a horribly warped sense of time because he honestly thinks he’ll be able to clear three feet of snow with an underpowered snow blower from an approximately 35 x 15 foot driveway (my measurements may be off – I am a girl after all.  I’ll blog about that another time) in an hour.  After which, he promises to relieve me of childcare duty so that I can decompress in the bathtub.  Yeah, right.  And maybe later monkeys might fly out of my ass.  (Wayne’s World ROCKS!)

What actually happened is that I have very narrowly escaped being permanently incarcerated in the local loony bin by a Cub Scout Pack 679 activity and my purchase of a $4.95 bottle of French Merlot from Aldi.  And now, having concluded my drunken rant, I intend to stay up all night in order to enjoy every second of my hard earned “mommy time.”

On that note, I bid you adieu.  I’m sure you can find something more interesting to occupy your time.  Move along.  These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

 

 

10 thoughts on “Kindly disregard this post. I’m drunk.

  1. Snoring Dog Studio says:

    Sounds like a perfect evening to me and one well-deserved for you! I don’t blame you one bit for skipping the Cub Scout camp. And frankly, they might be a bit concerned about the one mom there who is so drunk she can’t find the opening to the sleeping bag.

  2. totallytawn, ali'i wahine says:

    So true. It probably wouldn’t be a good thing to earn a reputation as a sot with that group. They might try to stage an intervention and I don’t think I’m a good enough actress to convince them of my miraculous redemption from the evils of alcohol in time for Happy Hour.

  3. Holly says:

    Mahalo! That was fun to read. Now maybe you understand why I chose to stay unburdened w/ rug rats. They may be great sometimes, but 24/7/365 for 18+ yrs, there aren’t enough “great” times for me to care to go through the hassle. Enjoy!

  4. totallytawn, ali'i wahine says:

    Well, it’s definitely been an interesting journey. And I’ll be the first to admit that they are constantly getting on my last nerve, but maybe that’s the point. While they’re learning about the world and testing their boundaries, I’m learning (or attempting to learn) how to me more patient, kind and generous so that I can provide a better example for them. I don’t always succeed (fine, I fail a LOT) but that failure and how I react to it is just another life lesson for them. I suppose another reason that I’m happy I took this path is that they’re cute. At least, in their own minds.

    And I’m glad my drunken ramblings amused you. See? I am good for SOMETHING, after all. 😀

  5. Bee says:

    You. Are. AWESOME.

    Star Wars references make everything a little better. I personally think the Declaration of Independence would be improved by a “Don’t underestimate the power of the Dark Side”, but maybe that’s just me.

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