My seven-year-old woke me up.
“Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night?” I asked.
“It’s the morning, Mommy.” she said.
So it was.
My body was 3am-tired and my head was muddled. I couldn’t remember what I had been dreaming, but I halfway remembered getting really silly the night before.
“Silly?” I asked myself. “Why would I get silly?”
After I was dressed and had a cup of coffee, I went online and saw it: Facebook activity. Tons of it. Right around midnight the night before. The coffee helped me wake up and piece together what happened.
This is the 40-something Mom version of Girls Gone Wild.
The party started in my bed. I was sitting up in my bed, typing on my laptop. I was alone. I was drinking.
I was drinking Deep Eddy’s Sweet Tea Vodka with water over ice. This is my favorite drink for after the kids are in bed. …