Is it bedtime yet?

I am exhausted. Yesterday was not a bad day, it was a terrible day. So I wrapped it up with a good dose of alchohol. Anyone who knows me, knows that a good dose, means like two glasses of wine. Usually. Last night, instead of stopping when I was lightheaded at about eleven at night, I kept going. I downed two servings of Bailey's, and probably about six servings of White Russian. And I think I had the mix wrong and used too much vodka and stuff, and not enough milk. So needless to say, while sitting here at my computer in a video chat room, they saw me fall off my chair at least five times. Now, I do use common sense and when my gag reflex kicked in, stopped drinking that stuff and switched to water, and also made sure I was eating food to absorb some of the alchohol. So no hangover. But... falling into bed at three am is not going to make for an energetic me when I roll out of bed. And as usual, even after last night, I still woke up at nine am. Kept my happy fourth point of contact in bed for a LOT longer, but it woke up at nine.

Got to talk to my kids this afternoon... for about five minutes. Daddy had them call me while his girlfriend fixed lunch, so they told me they missed me and loved me, but then they realized just what she was doing and got interested in telling her - and me - exactly what they wanted on their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Jelly sandwich today. Peanut butter sandwich tommorrow. Milk with it today. Maybe tommorrow as well. Who said you gotta have the PB on the same day as the J? Once we got it established what they wanted (and daddy made sure they said please) they apparently became hypnotised by the impending food delivery from the kitchen. So I didn't get much reaction from either of them, other than a "I don't go to school anymore, mommy!" from Arianna. Yea, I been looking forward to her being out of school, too. Too bad she has to repeat kindergarten. Oh well. At least I got love yous and miss yous from the kids. I have a hard time understanding what they are saying, so I don't feel bad about the call being short, they at least know that I love them and do miss them and got a mommy fix and I got my kiddly wink fix. Give me six weeks, and I will be screaming for a break from them.