My daughter had her birthday party yesterday at her dad's house. She had asked me to come up and help her out a little, which I was apprehensive about since that meant actually spending time IN her dad's house, my former home. But I'm an adult and a parent and I am not allowed to say no because it's uncomfortable when it comes to these kind of things.
I arrived in time to go pick up the cake. We set off and picked up some last minute supplies as well. I had offered to order the cake for her, but she wanted to pick it out herself. (not at all like her control freak mother! wink wink) We got things set up at the house with a little bit of time to spare. I took her and my son out for lunch figuring that with all the sugary treats they had stacked up that some real food might be a good idea.
Then ....... I'm not sure what hit me. Instead of being the serious, no fun adult, I went a little nuts. As her friends showed up I had a craving for a very very caffienated mocha. As it turns out 16 year olds also like chocolate and caffiene too. Soon I found myself at the local coffee house ordering 1/2 dozen triple shot mochas. My brain was doing the evil villan laugh as I realized that in abut 1/2 hour the house would be full of teenagers bouncing off the walls ....... and they were my exhusband's walls, not mine!!! I gladly paid the bill and even didn't mind doing a few contortionist moves in order to get out the door with both hands full of trays of coffees.
As the flock of teens in black with massive amounts of mascara and dark eyeshadow decended on the coffee I grabbed mine and went out on the deck with my son. Who, it turns out, now smokes cigarellos. Huh?! Damned! Oh well. I had one too, since I was in need of something to do before the caffiene explosion hit. I'm going to talk to him about that nasty habit. For the record, I smoke about 3-4 times a year, usually when I'm drinking.
I stayed until the cake and candles came out. Nibbling at cookies and brownies. Serving cake to the kids who were now in full bounce mode. Music that I cannot even begin to understand blaring at levels that were making me go a little deaf. I hadn't seen so much hair gel and black hair dye in some time. After about an hour of it, I felt I had done my job and could escape. I kissed my daugher, gave her a big squeezy hug (out of eye shot of her cool friends of course) and made good my escape.
But!!!! I was not yet done with my days assault on my body.
I stopped by my sister's house for a short visit. I intended to drop off some music and make a quick escape, but somehow I ended up having a couple of glasses of wine and a cigarette. We discussed world global economy (well, I listened to his "theory") and I discovered that you CAN counteract too much caffiene with wine. I reached a good balance point of caffiene, nicotine and alcohol about 1/2 hour into the visit, so I said my goodbyes.
I chilled out when I got home, fell asleep at a very sensible hour ....... and woke up feeling absolutely trashed tasting like an ashtray! lol I'm okay with that. Reminds me of my college years. I can't say I'd do it every weekend. I'm not young enough to survive that kind of wear and tear. But it did feel good to take a day of being less than sensible :)
