Well, the party went OK last night. I was drinking Vodka & Redbull all night. When I eventually got to bed at half two, I couldn't sleep. Nightmare. I had a little sleep this morning but I am absolutely shattered. Never again. Whenever I have had a night out, or in drinking, I always feel shit the next day. Really anxious and worried about nothing in particular. Alcohol is really not a good thing. Child number 1 enjoyed her sleepover thirteenth birthday party, although she is nackered aswell and full of it. I have just sent them all up to bed. I know it is only seven o'clock, but you know when you have just had enough? They could all do with an early night anyway. That has always been a good thing about our kids, they go to bed OK. It is coz I always put them to bed while they were awake as babies, so they could learn how to go to sleep themselves. That is the best tip I could pass on to any new mum. God, husband's just farted. That is another bad thing about being plied with alcohol. Beer farts. Well, Fosters I think it was actually. Child number 1 is still stropping. Just majorly stropped down stairs talking about chewing gum or something. Sent her back up, and oh, she hates me. What's new. I am too tired for this. It is a good job I don't have a temper to lose. I have discovered that a bad temper is a complete waste of time and energy. You only upset yourself. And what is the point of that. Better to pretend to be cross than really get a pisser on. Far less hastle. With the husband thought the same though. The rows in here sometimes are a laugh. 'Well she started it' is his usually reply. Give me strength!!!! Have been thinking lately about about my childhood, but I think it is still a little too soon to be writing about all that bollocks just yet. Mmmmmmm, I am rambling on a bit, sorry. My brain is in meltdown at the moment. And by the way, what is a tag? Am I supposed to click on some that I am interested in or something? urrrrrr, none of them then. Be seein' ya
