Election Hangover

It's not what you think. There was definitely no drinking. I took the day off from writing because I could not be trusted to write what I was thinking on the Internet. It is way too permanent a forum for me to fly off the handle on a political rant. Today, I feel better. I am pleased with the results and took great pleasure in watching the concession speech that solidified that I could with good conscience raise my children in the country I love, run by a man I respect.

I do, however, have all the symptoms  of a hangover. My head is foggy and heavy from all the political commentary I watched. My stomach feels like it just came out of my throat and I am positive that I am dehydrated. It was a long night. So waking up and getting the boy to school was a test. Thank God for Husband. He took LoLo so that I would not have to wake Suga and take her out in the blustery wind. I am sure he thinks I went back to bed to sleep it off, but that was not the case. My head was still swimming and the sound of my breathing was too loud to get any rest. So, I did what I always do- laundry.

Suga woke up pretty much within the hour and as I sat with her watching Mickey Mouse zoning in and out I realized something that would normally be very disturbing, but that I let slide in my lax mental state. Mickey was teaching my baby how to steal. He and his "pals" snuck up to the giant's barn and tried to take back a chicken that Donald had traded for without waking him up. I don't know about you all, but sneaking onto my property and taking something that rightfully belongs to me is considered stealing where I come from and here was Mickey Mouse teaching my one year old how to tiptoe in and run away with the goods. I figured it must be a side effect of the hangover- a hallucination, but it was real. I guess I should be glad that I am not tweaking, at least.

I am hoping that I get some rest today, but that is just like asking for things to go wrong. I think I will just have to settle for some coffee and a little hair off the dog that bit me.

Bring on Wolf Blitzer!