Hey Wavy,

Went to see DJ Paul Oakenfold up in Tahoe last night. Acted like a damn 20-year-old and have been paying the price all day today, in the form of a ginormous hangover.

I didn't even really go last night with intentions of being bad. I started out the evening with a coffee from Starbux, and maybe even thought that would be my only expenditure for the evening. I was wrong.

When I came home, I tried very hard not to wake you up, cuz I knew it would be at least a day before I could even think of nursing you. But of course you woke up and wanted what I couldn't give you. A bottle of formula wasn't doing the trick either, so the best I could do was hold you while you cried yourself back to sleep.

I do believe this blows my chance at the coveted Mother of the Year award. If it's any consolation, I missed you very much, and invoked you and your brother's names in conversations as much as I could, and in the end ... didn't really have a very good time. I danced, though. And it felt good to dance and not care if anyone was watching me or looking at me funny. They probably were, but I didn't care. I wish I had felt that confident when I actually *was* 20 years old.

Three-day holiday weekend this weekend, so I have another shot tomorrow at being Fun Mom, instead of Hangover Mom. Love you.