1/30/2004 10:12:50 AM|||Amy|||I went to happy hour last night, and God help me, I can't hold my liquor. I had three bottles of something with a 5% alcohol content, and I got drunk enough that I ended up back at work afterwards to wait out my body until I felt like I was safe to go home. And then I got home to my husband and my son telling me that we forgot that since today is the 100th day of school, that Bear has to take to school 100 Froot Loops and 100 of some household item. Did we have Froot Loops in the house? Only after I went to the grocery store in my hazy post-happy hour, post-tipsy state. Then, getting home I discovered that we didn't have 100 of *any* household item. I finally put some squiggly macaroni in a bag, and called it Yankee Doodle. I fell exhausted into bed at 12:30am, but Monkey had other plans. She was up for the long haul. She'd gone to bed at 9, woken up at 10:30 and was ready to go for the rest of the night. She never sleeps. I had to resort to desperate measures to get her to stay in bed. Sponge Bob, God love him, is our hero. Lord knows, the last thing we need is a Monkey running wild through a sleeping house in the middle of the night.

The very sad thing is that once we finally get Monkey on a decent schedule, and she goes to bed (and stays in bed) as all good little Monkeys should - then, it will be time to start dealing with Monkey's wee protege, Winston.|||107547971207949697|||I Feel Like I've Been Hit by a Truck