I probably shouldn't be attempting to post today considering the night I had...but oh well. Apparently, teething carries with it, among other things, three or four late-night rendezvous with your children. With a false sense of security, I'd foolishly looked forward to a solid eight hours of slumber, and subsequently indulged in that overly-sweet bottle of wine, sipping satisfyingly from, what I affectionately call, the Big Glass. Silly mommy...hangovers are for single people.
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