Blame the street party

There is a couple across the road who are moving north and this weekend we had their farewell bash. Its the nice thing about our street, we are all pretty close and come together for these events quiet often, this one took and interesting turn.

After an afternoon at a blossoming pregnant friends blessingway with flowing champagne we then we got home and the street party was already in full swing.

Anyway cut to hanging out in a neighbours house at 1am drinking G & Ts and having a grand old time getting more and more drunk, kids sleeping under the dining table and lots and lots of laughter.

I felt every drink the next morning, but i also thought back and remembered how amazing our street is, how great our kids are and how i enjoy being the kind of mum who can have a laugh and a late night with friends and have the kids cope well (in fact they had a ball until thy woke at 1am at which time we went home)

Still feeling tired though so blame the street party for the short and sweet post