cowgirlinthesnow

Oh no. I am so, so, so terribly hungover. I'm so hungover. All I can think about is how hungover I am. I feel like I'm being a negligent mother because I've just popped Leith in his swing for like an hour but I'm so dizzy and he's not complaining so... ahhh... I dunno. Crap. I've got so many things to do around the house today as well and cleaning bottles is incredibly urgent because he has no clean ones right now but aaahhh I don't think I can stand for that long. I need a wheelchair. I don't think I've ever been this hungover in my life. Or maybe I have but then I had the luxury of being able to stay in bed all day and now I have to get up at 5:45 in the morning to feed my bubby and again at 7:00 just because he decides he wants to be up and have a play. I just want to go to sleep. Ahh Leith is looking at me and smiling, he's such an angel. So innocent. God, I wish he could stay that innocent forever and ever and ever.

I've been writing a lot of blog entries. I guess that's what happens when you're a stay at home mum. Blog entries. Yep. This is my new life. Washing bottles, doing ten billion loads of washing a day, and writing blogs. Also having two dogs is like having another two bloody children to look after. The youngest one is climbing across my chest...

Fuck, I better get on with it. I can't sit around the house feeling sorry for myself all day. I sound like my own mother but it's true that if I'm going to get drunk and do this to myself then I have to deal with the consequences too. Shit this dog is PISSING ME OFF always demanding cuddles baaahhh oh no I just heard Leith do a big poo