Birthday?

Yesterday, Papi called me from work and said “I want to go out TONIGHT for my birthday. Get a sitter. I’ve had a shitty day and need to have some adult fun.” Ach! A sitter? Here ? I think, who do I know? Hmmm, a girl I used to work with! She’s married and wants kids so badly, but that may not be a possibility for her. I give her a call. They’re excited to come and watch the baby! YAH!

I get ready, put on a fun party dress, strapless bra–the works! ha ha. He tells me I’m a bit overdressed for BWs. Eh? Buffalo Wild Wings, are you serious? So I start to change into jeans and top when the cell rings–they’re looking for our house can Scott step out so they know which apartment? He lays Babygirl down on the chair and steps out. I’m looking through my closet and here the dreaded “Wah-Thump!” quiet, then WAHHHHHHHHH! being streamed bloody murder! I grab a shirt and throw it on. The baby rolled (she’s rolling now, btw) off the chair and face first onto the floor. I’m so upset. Papi didn’t think about it (but he will now!). Babygirl calms down, no bruises or bumps, just scared, as am I!

We show the couple where everything is, the schedule, etc, and then leave for BWs (pronounced B-Dubs, btw)! We get seated in the bar area and have an eccentric waiter. FUN! We order food and beer. I have a Bahama Mama (a reason I’m called Mucho Mama–I’ll go into that later!). Then I decide Papi needs his birthday shot! We do an Irish Car Bomb-YUMMY-I slammed it like a pro. Two LARGE beers later, we need another shot each. We do a Vegas Car Bomb–YUMMY too! Time to go home, but we must go to the liquor store first! We grab Jeagar and Red Bull.

We do two shots/boiler makers and I go on to bed.

But Papi was up on the phone with a friend talking animatedly about politics (gag). And drinking shots at the same time. The boy had 1/2 of the Jeagar!! (sp?) He comes to bed–it’s just before 2 am. he’s laughing and giddy and sits on the bed and promptly falls on the floor. Laughing more. “I’m on the floor! B, I want to hold you!” “You can’t, you’re on the floor. Stand up and get in bed” “I don’t feel so good. It’s spinny. I think I’m going to be sick” *laugh laugh* “Go to the bathroom, sweetie… I’ll get you some water, I’ll BRB”
I go to make a nice big cup of ice water and I hear him climb out of the floor and to that bathroom. And puke. And puke. And puke. And puke. For a full 5 minutes. Poor guy! Served him right though. He finishes and flushes several times. He brushes his teeth and starts laughing — still very drunk. I turn on the light–he got a bloody nose while being sick!!! he had no clue. He laughs! Grabs the towel on the bar (the company nice towels!) and cleans up his nose. Then realizes and starts laughing and apologizing about it. Then sees the blood on the toilet–sorry it’s getting graphic.
His nose stops, and I put him in bed.
“B, I want to hold you. I love you”
“I love you too”
“I love my daughter, she’s so beautiful–I want to go hold her”
“No, honey, she’s asleep.”
“I want to look at her” and tries to get out of bed. I shove him back down. Not happening
“I need to clean the toilet–THERE’S BLOOD ON IT!”
“No, P, I already cleaned it up (no I hadn’t) it’s finished. The baby’s a sleep. Go to sleep and you can see her in the morning.”
We repeat the last bit a couple of times. FINALLY:
“I’m going to pee and I’ll be right back in to bed. Here, hold the pillow until i get back”
What do you know? He held that pillow for all it was worth and passed out! ha ha
I clean up the toilet really quick, the sink too, washed myself back up–ewww. And went to bed.
Then the baby was up at 7:30 am. Ach! ha ha He doesn’t remember anything about his nose bleeding. he remembers throwing up, but that’s about all! ha ha
Craziness.
This morning was his actual birthday and I made him good greasiness, bacon, hashbrowns and eggs. Perfect cure for hangover! =) hee hee He’s at work now and I’m making his birthday cake. =) White cake with raspberry filling and white chocolate icing. Thank goodness for Duncan Hines Mixes!