Being hungover is the worst thing ever, when you wake up to two little gremlins ripping the covers off you, and bouncing on your nauseated stomach, and asking you to make breakfast at the top of thier lungs while your head is pounding from too many $1 beers at the bowling alley, which also lead to mine and brandons saweet rendition of " ain't no mountain high Enough" and b's great impression of neil young at the karaoke bar where I was evidently trying to get my moneys worth of beer , well...it was a good deal!
Anyways, another thing that sucks about being hungover with kids is you still have to get up and do all the dame things a mom has to do...except. you have to do them hungover,
for example,I had to go out and get the cat shots,get a bday present and go to a birthday party, where there was this creepy fairy girl they had hired telling weird stories , where we had to leave early ,hence crying ensued..(they had not cut the tinkerbell cake yet. and juniper had been waiting for hours for that mere moment. and that moment alone) then it was off to make the tradeoff at home with brandon (we switch the car seats to his car...since im going to brentwood and his car wont go over 60mph) and race to work (yes..the whole photo thing has become work.) It was a ridiculous hazy whirlwind. I think all the other moms at the party thought i was a total weirdo, because i'm sure I wasn't making any sense.

evidence.. and, no, i am not posting the karaoke videos