Hangovers + kids = please bring death's sweet release
happy new year.
Today seems like a good day to discuss hangovers. A friend mentioned this topic at our block party this summer -- drunk mulligans. I asked my witch friends, do you and your partner help each other out when one of you had too many the night before or it's more of a you-made-that-bed-now-lie-in-it situation?
“We definitely help each other out. I hosted Thanksgiving and I wasn't drunk hungover the day after but definitely Thanksgiving-cooking-hungover and my husband was like “take the day off. Stay in bed.”
“We help each other unless one of us was totally out of line and made the other miserable (ie making a ton of noise super late). Then you get to sit and spin while the kids play the drums.”
“Neither of us ever admits to being hungover to each other.”
“My husband doesn’t drink, so I’m on my own with a sidecar of judgment and disappointment.”
“Only a handful of times, when I was married, did I get hungover drunk because of fear of my ex-husband. And I was on my own and he slept in and I never admitted it to him. Now I just time my shenanigans with when the kids are gone.”
“My husband has teetotaled since birth so if I am dumb enough to give myself a hangover I have to power through that shit. Zero sympathy.”
“We take turns weekend mornings so we both kind of plan which night we'll imbibe more accordingly.”
“I also have a lifelong teetotaling husband. Most of the time I get tipsy it's because we're out with his friend-group (I'm still working on friends here 😢😢), so I usually get a pass. In general he gives me weekend mornings anyhow. He's all right.”
“We help each other, but no one gets a full or half day pass.”
“Same here, depending on how self-inflicted it is. Like, if he stays up by himself listening to records when I go to bed, I am less kind than if we were out having fun. <am bitch>”
”Our problem is sheer stupidity -- it seems whenever we get tipsy enough to warrant a hangover, we do it together. Then we're miserable the next day, acknowledging our stupidity 5x an hour until we get to go back to bed.”
“My husband rarely gets hungover, but yeah, if he does I take over morning duties. When I’m hungover, he gives me half a day to sleep in and then loudly opens the door and laugh-yells, ‘Time to get up, you bag of shit!’”
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