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This morning I had to return to the brood by 9.30am so that the Geege could get himself to work. There was no lazy morning. No stodgy brekky or long, hot shower to pep myself up. It was up and atom.
I fulfilled my obligations today, as a wife and mother but (single) parenting with a hangover has been less than fun. There is just something about amplified noise, people climbing all over you, intense nagging and constant chores that does not meld well with a sore head, lack of sleep and a spell of self-pity.
The day after the night before is rarely worth it, is it? But it is absolutely not worth it when you have to just keep on keeping on. The children don't understand why Mum is a bit sensitive to noise after going to her party. Or why she kept hiding under her doona when we played hide-and-seek today. They just know that cranky Mummy turned up for work today.
One day the shoe will be on the other foot (scary thought #1245) but for now, I am pretty happy that adults still have some secrets from their young children. Explaining the side effects of drinking too much alcohol isn't something I am prepared to do just yet.
Have you ever had to care for your kids with a hangover? How did you manage?