Mommy Guilt Monday

Mommy Guilt comes in many forms and this weekend I was reminded of that fact. What was supposed to be a casual night cap with our favorite neighbors turned awry when one Mommy (and I am not going to name names) decided to partake in a little Malibu rum cocktail after more than her fair share of beer. Now this one cocktail seemed like a good idea at the time (Don't they all?), but on further inspection after going home it was in fact a very, very, very, bad idea.

As her partner lay down for a good night's rest this Mommy preceded to get the spins as visions of seeing her own mother three sheets to the wind when she was about ten years old danced through her head. Since this Mommy is no longer as young as she used to be she knew that a preemptive strike was needed: a helpful nudge to the toilet bowl, a good teeth brushing, a nice hot shower and a glass of water with a side of Excedrin. Sadly, this is no longer the cure for a twenty-five year old's body.

As 11am rolled around the following morning it was blatantly obvious that all weekend goals of deep cleaning the house were out the window. But lo and behold who was as fresh as a daisy accomplishing her goals? That man she shares her bed with, who only got about three to four hours of sleep. There he was scrubbing the kitchen, sink and all, finishing up a nice full breakfast with their daughter, with the laundry machine whirring pleasantly in the background. Did he stop there? Nope. He had a very productive afternoon taking care of business while this Mommy lay curled up on the couch cursing that bottle of Malibu rum, while watching cheesy 80s and early 90s movies on cable.

Can't a woman nurse her hangover without feeling like a complete lazy piece as her family upstages her? Mommy Guilt Mission Complete.