Oh the Drama

Urgh.

What was I thinking? Two glasses of three week old wine (topped up with tonic to make it something resembling palatable) on an empty stomach...on a school night...the night before a big night out. Couple that with staying up late on the interweb. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I knew I felt pretty drunk when I finally staggered up to bed. I knew I should drink a glass of water and possibly down some tablets. But did I? No, of course not. That would have been far too sensible. Is this really the way that I live my life on the edge right now??

Because, of course, that is going to be the night that I am up with Johnny Drama - the boy who NEVER WAKES IN THE NIGHT. Being awake with a three year old between 2 and 4 in the morning, with a hangover, is not a fun way to spend a couple of hours. I eventually pulled him into bed with me and he rolled elaborately around the bed as though he was filming a Britney Spears video. I have to say that I was still so inebriated (after just 2 glasses...it's so sad. Where is the stamina of my youth? Oh yes...back in my youth) that I did manage to feign a coma whilst Johnny Fidget knickers kick boxed his way around the circumference of the mattress. But I can't kid myself that I have had a good sleep or feel in any way rested and enthused with the new day.

As a result I look and feel shocking and the last thing I want to do today is go kick up my heels tonight and paaarrttaay.

PLUS the Chicago winter has morphed suddenly and unexpectedly into Summer today. We have a 24 hour heat wave, which has thrown all of my outfit plans out of the window. I don't have the quintessential sexy dress or anything remotely fashionable to throw on over leggings. I do have several pairs of gorgeous f*ck-me sandals - but what is the point of those when they are going to be hidden under my bog standard jeans (designer admittedly, but still...boring) or a pair of smart black trousers that make me look like I am dressing for a job interview?

*Sigh*

Oh if only all of my problems were this superficial...

Moan, moan, moan, moan, whinge, whinge, whinge - what a grumpy old ratbag I have become.

Okay - time to get my act together, go and buy miraculous eye concealer, drink my weight in H2O, make friends with a bottle of Ibuprofen, close my eyes and pick any bloody outfit at random from my wardrobe...and have fun with my friends.