You'd think I'd be a skinny, sober, bitch...

It's amazing, as a parent of two small children, that I even get to eat. Ever. Get up, get this, he spilt that, she needs this, we need more napkins, he's done, she needs more food, I need....umm, to be able to enjoy my food in rest? As in sitting down, not stuffing it down quickly to make sure I get to eat it. And that's when I get to eat my food. Because we all know mommy's food is better than yours. In fact, one of the many sentences my son enjoys saying, is "me eat mommy's food." And how could you ever say no to such an adorable face?? So on that note, I make sure never to eat anything that I wouldn't want him to eat in front of him. Because one m&m can lead to a whole afternoon meltdown.

And the little girl? Ahhh, mommy's dear, sweet little girl who doesn't like to sleep. Ever. (Unless, of course it is in my arms). This beautiful girl, I am sure of it, was born with an internal radar. One that can sense when mommy is either relaxing, or (Gasp) having a cocktail. Because the second I crack open a beer or pour a glass of wine, she is up. And not like the "just put a binky in her mouth and she's fine" kind of way, but more of a 'ready to party' kindof way.

And call me crazy, but it's really just not that much fun drinking when you have a cranky nine month old wiggling around, oh-so-desperately trying to grab your beer bottle. (and for the record, she's obsessed with it). A girl after my own heart, I tell ya.