…And Baby Makes Two

…but not really.

Just got home from a fun night out with some grad school friends, and I am certainly buzzing. I don’t drink a whole  lot, and a few beers can do a number on me.

In the past, after drinking with the girls, if I were to find myself at home alone, I would have done some drunk dialing and tried to reconnect with people I should stay disconnected from. Or maybe I would have bypassed home all together and driven to someone’s house, in the hopes of finding some trouble there. Or I would have just called a bunch of friends to find out who was still out so I could go and drink way too much and just drown my aspirations in a big ol’ vat of beer.

But not tonight.

Yes, I was a little buzzed as I left the restaurant, and I know now that two is no longer my limit….. one is.  But I got home to my cozy house, with baby toys littered like lucky charms, and had no desire to be anywhere else. And positively no desire to stir up any trouble. Whatsoever.

In fact, it’s not much after ten, but I have to get to bed, because Dante still wakes up around 5:30am. Far from being annoyed by this particular circumstance, I am embracing it, and so grateful that my life has finally evolved past the point of senseless drama.

Now I can rest.