A Different Kind of Hangover

I have spent many of my New Years Days feeling a little, well... green. I am not a huge drinker (although I do enjoy a bit of the drink :D ) and I am even less of a big New Years Eve reveler. But many, many years ago, like my 20 something counterparts I would go out, have fun and feel less than stellar the next day.

Last night Brian and I spent our NYE having a couple of beers at home by ourselves. Abby wouldn't go down until 10:30 so we were relieved to have a little peace and quiet. Brian played video games and I played with paint colors on the Behr website (it rocks by the way if you are redecorating). We watched the ball drop and went to bed around 1:30. I was woken up over the next couple of times off and on my Abby screaming. The girls are cutting teeth and have been pretty miserable. At 4:30 all four of us were wide awake. Both girls were screaming. We ended up having to do cuppies and Tylenol to get them settled enough to sleep. The next few hours were spent between trying to sleep, listening to my dear husband snore and having one or another of the girls hollering. That brings me back to where I started.

This morning we both woke up complaining of headaches and exhaustion. For a moment it was like being 25 again. But somehow the "fun" the night before hardly felt worth the ickiness that ensued. So it seems that being kept up all night by your bratty kids is a close equivalent to 6 beers and 2 shots.