She Said: “It’s GOTTA BE 5 O’Clock Somewhere…”

Thank GOODNESS my BFFs here in Raleigh got the memo sometime in their adult/mommy life that I would need my thirties to still resemble my college and sorority life (pathetic, maybe… but makes for a stellar life, nonetheless). I have as many (if not more) “5 o’clock” excuses as a working Mommy as I did in college. And not only excuses, but follow-throughs. Further, I have as many like-minded participant friends as I did when I lived in my Sorority house (where there are ALWAYS chicks willing to drop everything to let loose). Life is good in my neighborhood.

Okay, so our 5 o’clocks in college were more like 11 pm o’clocks (when we all headed out; remember, it wasn’t cool to pull into the bars too early).  And, my 5 o’clocks in 2009 are more like 4 pm… Err 3 pm… Err 2 pm (hope Dave isn’t reading this…. don’t worry honey, the kids are well taken care of).

Most days start at 4:45 am/5 am to go running, and the rest of the day is every bit as exhausting as being chased by 12 wild hyenas for 12 miles. From 8 hour ‘work days’, to manning the kids’ lives and squeezing in some time to spend with hubby, by 4 pm I AM READY TO FLIPPIN’ RELAX. Don’t get me wrong, I still have 6 hours of hard core mommy/wife work remaining in my day when 4 o’clock arrives… but a little buzz makes it all much more easier to swallow, right??

Being the responsible mom that I am (applause, please), I DO (try to) hold off until the texts start coming in at about 3 pm, followed by the doorbell ringing @ 4 pm with friends stopping in with their kids (or vice versa), and a bottle of wine in hand.  In sum, please don’t judge me for playing as much as I do… if you were in my shoes (won’t give you the gory details), you would, too! I just know I could never move, because usually it takes too much time to weed out the acquaintances, who slowly become friends, that like to unwind the way you do.  Every girl needs their friends to support their “C’mon, it’s gotta be 5 o’clock somewhere” excuse, resulting in popping open a libation to unwind when you feel like you’re gonna crack. Aren’t those witching hours brutal (which begin at 3 pm in our four-child house)?

(PS – No worries about calling a designated driver if I have more than 1 drink an hour… believe ME, THOSE STORIES [when hubby has been called b/c I needed a designated driver at 4 pm on a Tuesday afternoon] will find a place on future blogs — I’m sure Dave will be sure they do).

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