Saturdays were always slow. Always easy to believe this was a result of the amount of alcohol I had ingested the night before. Now I wonder. These days I seem to experience socializing hangovers. Not "partying" in the nineteen year old sense. Just laid-up and drained from the sheer act of being social--without the alcohol!
The hangovers themselves haven't changed much in a sense. Sleeping in, naps, ibuprofen, breakfast at two and then back to bed. While that is not exactly what I did today, its sure what I felt like doing. Today went more like the following: Wake up late, mix some cocoa powder (the baking kind) with plain yogurt and frozen berries, get everyone dressed and loaded in the car, fix my daughter's ballet shoes in the parking lot, entertain a two year old for an hour, get home and fall asleep on the floor, wake up at two, take ibuprofen and make lunch (see! similarities!), lay around in the grass for a bit and then get everyone dressed and in the car again to pick up my knight from work. sigh.
Laying out there in the yard, I missed the nineteen year old version--the version that involved afternoon sex and not being the only adult asleep on the floor. Having a hangover with a lover is one of the good times. Saturday morning a blur of naked bodies, showers and kisses, then round 2 (or 3?) after breakfast. Maybe a light dinner with friends later. That's the way to get over a hangover! Even if it is just a socializing hangover, getting through a hangover alone is the pits. After the kids went back inside to supposedly get dressed, but actually to watch "Martha Speaks", I did a bit more than just fantasize in the front yard.
My social calendar has miraculously cleared for the weekend, so we are taking a weekend getaway to stay in a hotel. Isolate our little family from concerns and responsibilities. Two children in one queen-sized bed; two lovers in (or not) the other bed.
