The wife of our minister used to send her kids up to their rooms for either a half hour or an hour every afternoon, so she could be alone and relax. I don't know if there was wine (although she'll have a glass), but I loved her for telling that to a bunch of youngish mothers.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Whoa. Role reversal. Weirdness.
Emily just got all concerned and mothery because I said the popcorn I just ate was dinner.
Also, if I didn't think it would make me terribly sick to my stomach, I'd totally be downing my night meds with some alcohol tonight. I need to sleep, dammit!
Also, also, {{{Erin}}}. Sounds like you've got a good plan for the evening.
Emily just got all concerned and mothery because I said the popcorn I just ate was dinner.
But it's a vegetable, isn't it?
t /has popcorn for dinner fairly often
AmyLiz, backflung.
Oh...had soup. Hand delivered with a hug from a friend. GIANT vat of hot and sour! I feel so much better now!
vw, I take Ambien for sleeping, and you do not want to take that shit with booze, unless you wanna end up in the hospital. I've done some...things...in my life, but Ambien kicks my ass. Which, taken as prescribed, is wonderful!
Popcorn for dinner? What's wrong with that?! If you're not full, amke some more! Use real butter! Mayve a spalsh of hot sauce. Yum.
t hugs Erin tight and makes soothing noises
I'm sorry about your Alexander day, sweetie.
Nerves have kicked in.
As has a pre-migraine.
Ugh.
Aimee, come over here before you go home tonight if either of those fails to abate.
Alexander?
Ugh, Aimee!
Quick, drink a cup of coffee with sugar.
Aimee, you'll do great. They WANT to talk to you.