I love birthday parties or really any celebration. Just like my dad was I’m always the first one to arrive, last one to leave, and I have a drink in my hand at all times.
Last Saturday was my friends 30th birthday at her family farm. She had booze, bbq, music, and even babysitters. It was an all day all night event that from what I was told got real rowdy late night. As soon as we arrived I took my son over to the babysitters. It was really cute seeing him play with his little buddies. My husband ran off to socialize and grab a drink and I went straight for the food and water.
The afternoon was beautiful with perfect weather and lots of excitement. But being pregnant at these things sure is hard. The cold beer people were drinking looked amazing and the shots of tequila looked like so much fun. It wasn’t that I was miserable. I had my best friends there and my adorable son too. It’s just that I wanted to join in the debauchery. As the afternoon went on I continued to fill up my plate with cake and my husband continued to fill up his cup with more whiskey.
When it was time to leave later that night it was bedtime for my son and by the looks of my husband it was bed time for him too. We loaded up that car and I took the wheel. About five minutes into the drive my son started crying so my husband jumped in the back to give him a bottle. Five minutes after that I looked in my rearview mirror and they were both passed out.
I wasn’t sure how I felt as I drove home. Was I sad that it was 7:30 on Saturday night and I was on my way home instead of on my way out? Or was I irritated that my husband was passed out in the car? Who knows, but I will tell you one thing. When we got home and I looked at my little boy sleeping in the car I could have melted. He really is the MOST precious thing in the world and I absolutely love every second I get to be with him!!!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Widespread Weekends
Rock n roll, live music, and particularly Widespread Panic are some of the best ways to describe a lot of my lifestyle. I’d fly or drive anywhere to see Widespread Panic play. It was pretty simple. We book flights, hotel rooms, buy enough beer and whiskey to serve an army, as well as many party favors. You name it and we had it. I did this a lot from my high school days until recently…when I got pregnant…the first time.
My favorite place to see Widespread was at Oak Mountain in Birmingham. It was always a blast. We’d party all day in the hotel, become best friends with our neighbors and get extremely rowdy all night long. I remember giving away free tickets to a guy we met in the hotel just to check out ALL of his pretty balloons. I remember taking pictures off the walls to do whatever we felt on them. From the moment we arrived, our hotel room was stocked with everything. Budweiser all day and Jim Beam all night. It was a straight up party. We never left unless it was the few hours to go to the show or if we ran out of booze. I had hundreds of trips like this and everytime was better than the next.
Having children you think a lot about what they will be like as they grow up. Will they be like you? Will they do this? Will they do that? I’m a lot like my parents so I wonder if mine will be the same. When I think about my children and if they’ll follow in my steps, I get knots in my stomach. How can they do what I did? I can’t even think about my son running in and out of hotel room ‘til the wee hours of the morning. The thought of it scares the living hell out of me, but I wouldn’t be who I am without a lot of these experiences. My life never fell apart. My friends all went to good colleges and continue to succeed. I also think about all the successful people I know my parents age. They all had their crazy days and many continue too be big partiers; at the same time, they have wonderful families and continue to give back to the community.
My husband and I saw two awesome shows right before I got pregnant again and it was so much fun. We went to the concert and continued out to a bar both times. The baby stayed with my parents and we had so much fun! Being married and having a child you must continue to do the things you enjoy. I’m a true believer of boring nerdy parents equals boring nerdy children. This isn’t true in all cases, just most.
While my days of running around hotel rooms, checking out balloons, and ripping pictures off walls are over. I can promise you that my Budweiser and whiskey is not!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
My favorite place to see Widespread was at Oak Mountain in Birmingham. It was always a blast. We’d party all day in the hotel, become best friends with our neighbors and get extremely rowdy all night long. I remember giving away free tickets to a guy we met in the hotel just to check out ALL of his pretty balloons. I remember taking pictures off the walls to do whatever we felt on them. From the moment we arrived, our hotel room was stocked with everything. Budweiser all day and Jim Beam all night. It was a straight up party. We never left unless it was the few hours to go to the show or if we ran out of booze. I had hundreds of trips like this and everytime was better than the next.
Having children you think a lot about what they will be like as they grow up. Will they be like you? Will they do this? Will they do that? I’m a lot like my parents so I wonder if mine will be the same. When I think about my children and if they’ll follow in my steps, I get knots in my stomach. How can they do what I did? I can’t even think about my son running in and out of hotel room ‘til the wee hours of the morning. The thought of it scares the living hell out of me, but I wouldn’t be who I am without a lot of these experiences. My life never fell apart. My friends all went to good colleges and continue to succeed. I also think about all the successful people I know my parents age. They all had their crazy days and many continue too be big partiers; at the same time, they have wonderful families and continue to give back to the community.
My husband and I saw two awesome shows right before I got pregnant again and it was so much fun. We went to the concert and continued out to a bar both times. The baby stayed with my parents and we had so much fun! Being married and having a child you must continue to do the things you enjoy. I’m a true believer of boring nerdy parents equals boring nerdy children. This isn’t true in all cases, just most.
While my days of running around hotel rooms, checking out balloons, and ripping pictures off walls are over. I can promise you that my Budweiser and whiskey is not!
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
What happened to my weekend???
Going out for drinks used to be no problem and not to mention my friends and I would do it up no matter where we were. Just tell me when and l’ll be there. If it happened to be during the week then so be it. I’d just deal with having a hangover at the office. Then I had a child and things changed, but I manage to work around it. We’d either hire a sitter or enjoy a nice Friday night having drinks and pizza at home when the baby went down. I can’t stand parents that stop the fun after having a child. GET A LIFE!!!
Now I’m pregnant again and can’t really do either of the situations above. Recently I called my husband on the way home from a play date to ask if he wanted to meet for some Mexican. When the words not really came out of his mouth I almost lost it. I thought to myself its Friday night , I can’t drink, I can’t eat sushi, I can’t get dressed up in my party clothes, and I can’t even meet my husband for some shitty Mexican??? Nothing stopped me and I went. As I sat there sipping on my ice water waiting for my sons quesadilla I couldn’t help but stare at the people across from us. They had food, kids, and margaritas. I wanted to join them so badly. I don’t mind being with my son. In fact I love it more than anything, but the fact is when you can’t drink or socialize with another adult it just feels like prison. After getting home and seeing my loving husband (in his boxers) passed out on the couch I put my son to bed and tried to decide what to do next. My options were few to none because by the looks of my freezer all I had was chocolate chip. Maybe I’ll make Saturday night crazy with a little rocky road??
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Now I’m pregnant again and can’t really do either of the situations above. Recently I called my husband on the way home from a play date to ask if he wanted to meet for some Mexican. When the words not really came out of his mouth I almost lost it. I thought to myself its Friday night , I can’t drink, I can’t eat sushi, I can’t get dressed up in my party clothes, and I can’t even meet my husband for some shitty Mexican??? Nothing stopped me and I went. As I sat there sipping on my ice water waiting for my sons quesadilla I couldn’t help but stare at the people across from us. They had food, kids, and margaritas. I wanted to join them so badly. I don’t mind being with my son. In fact I love it more than anything, but the fact is when you can’t drink or socialize with another adult it just feels like prison. After getting home and seeing my loving husband (in his boxers) passed out on the couch I put my son to bed and tried to decide what to do next. My options were few to none because by the looks of my freezer all I had was chocolate chip. Maybe I’ll make Saturday night crazy with a little rocky road??
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Friday, August 7, 2009
Oops I did it again!!!!
As I introduced myself to the world there was one important thing I forgot to mention. I’m pregnant again!!!!! Yep, you know the expression don’t play with fire? Well I’m living proof. About five months after having my son the girls were in town from Chicago. As usual we did it up. Binge drinking 3 nights in a row, sushi, eating, and tons more crap. We had a blast!! The Sunday they were leaving I woke up and something felt a strange. It was suppose to be that time of the month and I had NO symptoms. I got pregnant in one month of trying with my son and before I took that pee test I just knew I was pregnant. I could just look at my face and tell. So this dreadful morning I knew something was different.
After running to Walgreens in a panic I took that terrible scary test and there was the word- PREGNANT!!! I did it again and there it was- PREGNANT!!! I broke down crying as my friends started laughing. How can this be???? I called my mom crying and thought she was going to ground me by the sound of her tone.
There was one person I really wanted to kill and that was my husband. I picked up the phone to call him next. He was at a bachelor party out of town. As I cried and screamed to him all I could think was it’s his fault. Why would it be mine????
As I cried, cried, called my friends, and cried some more my dad showed up with a bottle of champagne. There I had my sober shocker and here I go again.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
After running to Walgreens in a panic I took that terrible scary test and there was the word- PREGNANT!!! I did it again and there it was- PREGNANT!!! I broke down crying as my friends started laughing. How can this be???? I called my mom crying and thought she was going to ground me by the sound of her tone.
There was one person I really wanted to kill and that was my husband. I picked up the phone to call him next. He was at a bachelor party out of town. As I cried and screamed to him all I could think was it’s his fault. Why would it be mine????
As I cried, cried, called my friends, and cried some more my dad showed up with a bottle of champagne. There I had my sober shocker and here I go again.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
Who is Party Mom?
Call me Party Mom. A born and bred southern girl very close to her roots. I love to party and having fun is one of the biggest priorities taught to me at a very young age. Always celebrate life, drink and be merry. No matter what the circumstance my family and friends always did. I’m blessed with the MOST wonderful people in my life. Two amazing sisters and parents. We love to be together and just enjoy life. My parents always have a smile on their face, a drink in their hand, and no matter what reminded each of us how much they loved their children. Everyone always expects me to go out and “rage it.” My younger sister and I love to go out, buy rounds, and make sure everyone is having a good time. We were and still are always the party girls.
I’m married to the most wonderful man and we have the MOST beautiful son. When I had my baby I was ready to go out pretty much immediately. I drank all the liquor, champagne, and wine the moment that baby was out. The taste of beer was so amazing that I could just chug it. Very shortly after coming home from the hospital I was ready to go out and get crazy with my husband and friends. And believe me I did. No bag or shoe could compare to a babysitter. The lady I hired became my best friend. No material possession could compare to a night out on the town.
THERE IS TRULY NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN SPENDING TIME WITH MY BABY BOY. Yet, sometimes a mom still needs a night out.
I dedicate my stories and everything I’ve been taught to my father. He was the king of friendship, love, celebrating, and no matter what never saying no to a good time. He once told me that when you have kids don’t stop your life. You must keep going out and have fun with your friends. Well I did and thank you dad for giving me such good advice.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
I’m married to the most wonderful man and we have the MOST beautiful son. When I had my baby I was ready to go out pretty much immediately. I drank all the liquor, champagne, and wine the moment that baby was out. The taste of beer was so amazing that I could just chug it. Very shortly after coming home from the hospital I was ready to go out and get crazy with my husband and friends. And believe me I did. No bag or shoe could compare to a babysitter. The lady I hired became my best friend. No material possession could compare to a night out on the town.
THERE IS TRULY NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN SPENDING TIME WITH MY BABY BOY. Yet, sometimes a mom still needs a night out.
I dedicate my stories and everything I’ve been taught to my father. He was the king of friendship, love, celebrating, and no matter what never saying no to a good time. He once told me that when you have kids don’t stop your life. You must keep going out and have fun with your friends. Well I did and thank you dad for giving me such good advice.
Until Next Time,
Party Mom
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