Thirsty Thursdays

No need to call DFS...  She is actually screaming and didn't drink a single drop.  But if you squint real hard, you can imagine her as a smelly bum with really bad breath...

Does anyone remember these?  Just another excuse to drink a day earlier than the weekend starts?  Very popular in college.  Fun fact:  In my freshman year in college, my parents set up a system with my bank to transfer $25 from my savings account (I worked during high school and the summer before I left for college and did something outrageous -- I saved my $$$) into my checking account that was linked to my SHAZAM card (that's what they were called before they were called debit cards).  Did you get that?!?  I lived off of $25 a week!  Now I didn't have a car or utilities to pay, but I did still go out and drink every Tuesday (80's night!), Thursday(25 cent well drinks!), Friday, AND Saturday that first semester of my freshman year.  Talk about resourceful!

Nowadays, thirsty refers to coffee and unsweetened tea.  Man, have I gotten lame.  In fact, last night I bought a big bottle of Chimay Red (my absolutely FAV) and couldn't even finish a half of the glass...  I've trading in my bar fly status for Mommy yoga pants and baby boogers!  And if I've being honest with y'all, I actually enjoy this better.  The scientist is still able to attend happy hour pretty regularly.  At the beginning, I used to be upset that he still got the social life.  Due to his late working hours and not being expected to be home before 7:00pm, he doesn't have to ask someone to come home and take care of a kid -- he just gets to go like in the old single days.  But then I realized something really powerful.

If I had to choose between sitting at a bar and drinking with co-workers or coming home and spending time with my sweet girl.  I know who wins hands down everytime.

We are having our own growing issues -- her into her role as a toddler and me into my role as mama.  But in the early pre-dawn twilight minutes that I got to rock her this morning, I realized that those 20 minutes of rocking in her room with her head resting on my chest, her bedhead hair tickling my nose.  Those are the moments that make life worth getting out of bed in the morning.  And waking for moments like that are SOOOOO much better than waking up with cotton mouth and a pounding headache.