Last Friday night I went out with my work team for our annual Christmas dinner. It was going to be such a fun night, out with the girls, mom watching the kiddos, good food, maybe a couple of drinks. Yes, it was a good night that turned into oh so much more.

We started out at happy hour, wanting to make sure and get some good deals, I proceeded to have let's say more than just one adult beverage. I was feeling no pain, everything was hilarious and why stop there, it was only 7:00. So a few of us decided to go to a couple of other establishments. I'm not exactly an avid drinker, I like my wine, but this night..oh this night was different. I decided to mix in a few cocktails along with my wine thinking I was as cool as a cucumber sipping up some sparkles and unicorn tears.

By the time we reached the last place on the list, I knew I was done for. I needed to sit down as the swaying was kicking in, I kept laying on my one friend because she was so comfortable and I texted a PG-13 picture to my mother instead of my husband. Then we made our trek home...

When I got home, I found my mom and my children still wide awake. I tried really hard to pretend I wasn't drunk at all, telling my mom, it was no problem, she could leave I was just fine, even after she asked if I was going to puke because I could barely walk straight.

So my mom leaves and I get my kids in bed with me and attempt to read one story even though my speech was all slurred and the words appeared to be criss-crossing over each other. We got through the one book, I reached for the lamp like it was 100 feet away, clicked it off said goodnight to my kids, then literally passed out.

Two hours later, I was awakened but my daughter crying. I get up, see it is 1:00 in the morning and walk into my bathroom where my two children have decided it was party time with mommy passed out. There was lotion all over the mirror, water all over the floor and two children covered in water, I'm pretty sure pee, and lotion. All I could muster was, "you guys, what happened? It's time for bed it's so late."

We then walked into my daughter's room because she was all wet and needed some new pajamas. I helped undress her but was useless any other way. She dressed herself as I laid on the bed saying "mommy doesn't feel good" and told both of my kids to just sleep on the floor, not my best moment. Then Gracie crawled over me and Keaton started telling me he was also wet, so I helped him pull off his shirt, then rolled back over to sleep.

The kids were again being crazy, I think the sleep deprivation was kicking in at this point, so I told Keaton to come with me to my bed and for Gracie to go to sleep. She didn't like the idea but quickly fell asleep while a now naked Keaton fell asleep in my bed along side a mother still in her going out clothes, full make-up and jewelry.

Another hour passed and I heard someone knocking on my bedroom window, only to discover my husband forgot his key and couldn't get into the house. So I got up and opened the door then dragged myself back to bed, Evan told me sorry for waking me up and I told him no problem I just drank WAY too much and was not feeling real good. He brought me a glass of water then said:

Evan: So what happened in the bathroom?

Me: I feel asleep, kids didn't, I'll clean it tomorrow.

Next, I realized I needed to hit the bathroom. As I sat there I started to profusely sweat and my heart was beating so fast my neck was pulsating, so I decided I needed to lie down. I laid on my closet floor when I heard the door open to be greeted by my dog who obviously knew something was out of sorts. I thanked her for checking in on me and went back to bed.

Moral of the story: Be sure you're kids are in bed before coming home from a night of intense drinking!

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