Hanging with the little man
Oh my god, my head…
My Saturday has consisted of lying on the sofa watching Harry Potter movies, drinking about fifty glasses of water, eating a pack of Jaffa cakes and scoffing down a cold, leftover McChicken Sandwich. This was basically my opportunity to discover how I manage with both a baby AND a hangover.
And the answer is, pretty woefully – just ask my wife. (As I wrote this, she just asked me why there is chocolate on a spoon in the sink. I shamefully had to admit it was from eating Nutella straight from the jar).
It was a fantastic work Summer Party (and after party…) but the consequences have been severe. I wasn’t allowed to even touch my wife or my child until after I’d had a shower (“you smell like a homeless man”). And I couldn’t muster the energy for that until past noon. Wobbly legs, a persistent headache and complete lethargy have plagued me all day. And the only glimmer of sunlight I’ve had was when I was told to put my sleeping bag out on the washing line to make sure it didn’t stink out our flat.
That’s right. I slept in a sleeping bag last night. In my own home. Like a homeless man.
I’m really REALY hoping that Marley behaves himself tonight and allows us to get some sleep. In the meantime, i’ll look forward to spending more nights IN and hope that by the time the Christmas Party comes around, I might remember this harsh lesson. Past experience tells me that I probably won’t….