Do you remember this first time you got really, really drunk? We were living in Trotwood, and you were outside on the front stoop singing very loudly. I had to open the window and tell you to get your drunk ass to bed. In the moment, I didn't find it very funny, but looking back, it always made me chuckle.
Why am I reminding you of this? Because Brianna was sneaking alcohol at the party/BBQ yesterday; she came home and took herself off to bed. She got "the munches" about an hour later and ate three slices of pizza. An hour after that, she was puking her guts up. I had to call her parents home because she said she needed her mom. At 1AM she thought she was going to take a shower, even though she could barely stand without being dizzy; then said she would be taking a bath. I put a stop to both of those!! She sipped water and got back into bed, finally asleep.
Let me tell ya, I'm overly tired from all this! I don't EVER stay up this late. Ugh.
But today, as the kids were gathering up all their things, Tanya opened the fridge and out rolled one of your Mt Dew and a Pepsi from the dispenser. She stood there, her mouth wide open, and said "WTF?" I laughed, told her it was you, trying to get her attention. I hope you try a few more times, she needs a jolt or two.
After the kids left, my entire house smells like fresh cut lumber -
just like you smelled after working all night in the lumber dept.
I'm sure it's your way of letting me know that you're OK,
and watching over me.
I miss you every day!
Love,
Mom
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