#hangoverhell

[sonjahaugh]

I went out 2 weekends ago. It was really fun. I've only just recovered from the hangover 👵🏼 #OldLady #HangoverHell #MumLife #BackToUggsAndPjs

[hbomb11]

#HangoverHell

[stephiewoodcock]

#hangover #hangovers #hangoverssuck #hangoverhell

[cl4r3]

That feeling when you don't know if you're going to throw up, shit yourself or pass out! #HangoverHell

[notanotherblogohmy]

Not another essay...

Last night I went out for a night out for the first time in forever. Well. Actually about 2 months. It was a nice night, but unfortunately there was something on my mind. A 2500 word, historical gender based ideology something. I have a deadline in 2 days and as is my modus operandi, id left my work til the last minute. So while merrily drinking away my baileys was a pleasant enough way to while away the hours, my eye was on the clock to ensure I wasn’t a bleary eyed horror the following day. My other eye was on the amount of alcohol consumed. Now, my days of getting ridiculously inebriated are over on the whole (let’s not worry about my 28th birthday there, whoever had a silly idea for 3 bottles of shots was not my friend the next day, that’s for certain). I generally stay on the merry side of intoxicated; hangovers are never much fun, but infinitely more bearable when you can lie in bed all day or stay on the sofa watching trashy TV. When they are accompanied by incessant chatter, demands, kids tv and motherly duties, like you know, actually making meals etc, they become something to avoid like the plague. Added to that the need to compose an at least vaguely sensible piece of work the next day meant that the night out ended by midnight. To be honest though, I actually quite look forward to going home while on nights out now. I get a bit tired. Oh how times change!! Being at uni I am surrounded by younguns who to me now seem insane. 6 nights out in a week? How are you not dead?! But I have been there and done that, bought the t shirt, had the regrets. I don’t really miss it, but I do miss the energy and high spirits…. I sound like I’m 82 not 28, I know. I chose a uni an hour away, and my daughter was just a little over two when I started. Single motherhood, with a lengthy commute and a shed load of deadlines has really taken it out of me. I’m not even going to lie, if I knew then what I know now I would definitely not have gone to uni! But not to worry. Point is, however, that I do feel a million miles away from who I was at 21. It’s scary how much you can change in so little time, comparatively speaking. But I digress. The point is, I had another essay to write today. My life feels like a never ending cycle of essays, for the past 4 years. I cannot wait to be done with them. And luckily for me, I have 2 due in this week (that bit isn’t lucky) but that is it then. No more essays for uni ever. I do still have the small matter of a dissertation though, and 3 exams, but those are irrelevant!!! For now at least. Focus on the positives, in under a week I’m essayed out :) happy, yet sad. I am however going to be glad to get my weekends back, I hate missing family time and fun stuff because of deadlines!