Ouchie.

Over the weekend I learnt a little lesson. Don't drink and parent. Or actually, don't drink and parent the next day.

I didn't put Lacey in the oven instead of the bed, or anything different from the norm. She probably thought it was quite a treat. We spent the day snuggled on the couch watching Iggle Piggle over, and over again whilst sucking ice blocks.

Recovering from the night before is very different being a parent. There's no staying in bed for as long as you like, or feeling sorry for yourself when you have someone else more important to take care of.

I also learnt that when your body isn't used to a night out, it takes much longer to recover. I haven't been out in around 3 years, and I fear it may take that long to feel back to normal. Or at least 3 days, perhaps.

The Hen's night was a great night. We danced, ate, drank, laughed and had fun. It was a really good time. My first return back into nightlife since birthing Lacey was successful. I made it.

Here's a drunk self portrait from the night. I was trying to smile with my eyes {if you watch Next Top Model you'll know what that looks like}.

Now I have the wedding to look forward to. It's going to be a beautiful {non-alcoholic} day. xx

How did you spend your weekend my friend?

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