When you become a mother there are a few things that competly change.
Your ability to poop in private.
And the term "All-nighter".
Last thursday my cousin invited me to her house for a 'girls night'. She lives almost 2 hours away so I figured I'd just stay the night and head to work the next morning.We hadn't got to hang out in a while, so it was much needed.
When I got there and spotted the watermellon margaritas I knew it was probably going to be an all-nighter.
No big deal, right?
Hello! I have 3 kids, Ive had many all-nighters. The late night feedings with a fussy baby, the sick kid up all night puking.... all the while having to work the next day. Piece of cake.
No big deal.
I went to bed at 3:30, woke up late, so late that I didnt have time to change clothes, late. Um yeah...
Then I drove almost 2 hours to work, with a migrain, on an empty stomach.... and when I say empty, I mean e-m-p-t-y.
Yeah. THAT kind of empty. The kind of empty, where when you get to work, you look down at your shoes and realize what you ate for dinner, empty.