Not my average St. Patty's Day Weekend

I'm sure most of you have been nursing a hangover all day as March 18th is National Hangover Day. This is the first day after St. Patrick's Day that I haven't had a hangover in a very long time. The weekend didn't quite go as planned for me. I should be writing this post from Florida, but instead I'm sitting in my basement watching Fashion Police.

Why is Marc Jacobs wearing a pink polo dress? Is this really the way fashion is going? Are men all over the midwest going to be wearing polo dresses in five years? I just can't imagine a world where that is happening.

But I digress.

I mentioned in my last post that my oldest is in Florida with the in-laws. The plan was for the hubby, the youngest and I would fly out on St. Patty's Day to stay for a few days and bring the oldest back with us. In fact not long after I wrote my last post I fell into a flu coma. While I was laying in bed fluctuating between the chills and the sweats, the hubby calls to say the airline we were supposed to fly went under. I thought maybe I was just having a weird drug-induced nightmare, but nope this was real. I don't know if you've ever looked at flights a few days before "spring break week" to of all places - Florida, but they were a little different than your average flight. First of all, all the good flight times are spoken for so you're left with inconvenient departure and arrival times. Secondly, the prices are four times the normal cost. So between the cost and the idea of taking the youngest on his first flight at horrendous times of the day, mixed with the fact that he and I had been sick all week - we decided it would be best for the baby and I to stay put and the hubby to head to his folks' place and bring Cody back with him.

Honestly, not going to Florida didn't make me too sad. I had been looking forward to it, but the craziness of the flight issue, the flu, missing work most of the week and a sick baby on top of it all made the idea of staying home with just Keaton seem peaceful and relaxing. That is until I remembered it was St. Patty's Day weekend. Then my girlfriend called with the offer of a free wristband to a private St. Patty's Day bar party. So then I was forced to be the person no one likes on St. Patty's Day....a responsible mother. Ugh! Buzz kill. Making that decision to stay home and nurse your child back to health over day drinking with your girlfriend on my favorite holiday was incredibly hard. It went against everything that is right and good in the world. Well, my world at least. But I made the decision so I better go to awesome mommy heaven. And when he brings me into one of his future therapy sessions to blame everything that is wrong with his life on my parenting skills I'm showing him this post.

I chose your physical well being over St. Patty's Day day drinking! Is there a bigger sacrifice a parent can make?

From this sober St. Patty's Day experience did come a new tradition that I'd like to pass on to all of you which is the St. Patty's Day ice cream cake. It's for more than just birthdays.