Yes! Am a little drunk. Is fabulouss. Mom was all, "Go out! Go have fun! Leave Baby with me!" And while I was a little afraid she might devour his whole delicious self while we were gone, we went out to have fun.
We went to dinner and had much wine, thanks to my friend the breast pump, about which I probably told more members of the waitstaff than were really necessary, but you know, I didn't want to be Judged.
(They totally did not care that I am doing the Right Thing by breastfeeding but were only happy to see that I was doing my share to pad the check once again.)
I wore Actual Clothes that sort of fit and also? Verry high heels. Stilettos! For the first time in ages. Shit, those bitches HURT. How did I wear them every damn day?
Oh yes. Wine. Because of the wine.
Oh! I took Noah to my office today to show him off to everybody, and he rose to the occasion by screaming his fool head off the entire time and then he peed on my coworker's carpet.
Now he is sleeping. And adorable. And I missed him at dinner. And yet I totally did not miss him because OH MY GOD, WE WENT OUT FOR DINNER LIKE REAL PEOPLE AND DID NOT DISCUSS THE CONTENTS OF ANYONE'S DIAPER THE ENTIRE TIME.
Going to sleep now. I can't remember what hangovers feel like. Amateur.