Big Date Night

Dear Diary,

This weekend the BHE and I went out to my company Christmas party while my folks babysat the mad man. Poor little guy picked up the sniffles somewhere, so I was too worried about him to have any kind of good time. I didn't even DRINK (open bar!!!!! I got a drink, a Kettle One on the rocks, and had like one sip then put it down. This time last year, I would have drunk that, then another, then whatever the BHE was drinking, then convinced him to take me out for drinks afterwards, then gone to 7-11 at 2 AM to get a quarter pound big bite slathered with chili and cheese. How times change.). Also, my feet hurt from wearing high heels and I was so tired from having to chew with my mouth closed and stand up straight all night.

Here we are, pre-party. We both look totally insane in this picture; it's that special kind of insane enjoyed by those with sleep deprivation.

Here is the mad man, starting to think wait a second, that lady with the boobs thinks she's gonna dump me on Grandma and Grandpa for the night...

Today he is not feeling great, and had been sleeping a little long for my taste, so I did the only thing that I know is a fail-safe way to wake him up.

I put him in his crib. It's like magic; he was awake within 2 minutes.

I know, I know. Something is very wrong here. I'll worry about it later.