Morning, tis me, Mouse 
BaptismGate continues, more on that in a mo..........
What a night! Hours of nursing a poorly Nemo but thankfully, I was sober. I honestly have no idea how I did it with a drink or seven inside me.
His little chest must be so sore, he coughed for ages. 
Mia - I can hear the absolute relief in your post about DD seeing you in the bathroom last night. Oh so many nights of trying not to slur, avoiding eye contact or stumble around trying not to fall into the bath whilst DD cleaned her teeth, giving me side-ways stares.
I remember that all too well. 
Last year when we were on holiday with DD and her friend, I got wasted, fell off the toilet, hit my face on the bath and split my chin open.
I lied through my teeth to DD and her friend saying something along the lines of my meds had made me fall, or I was brushing my teeth and bashed my chin on the glass shelf above the sink. 

I wonder how many of us have lied like that to cover our tracks? I bet I'm not alone in that. I'd hide the re-cycling when someone was coming to the house, too ashamed to leave it out.
Once I forgot and the comment 'ooooh, look, a girl after my own heart' was made about the number of empty vodka and wine bottles in the box, after just one weekend, two whole days, 48 hours.....
Oh the shame of it all.
Now, my lovely aunt has just called to say she'd love to come to the Baptism - should she bring two of my sister's children to ease the load? AAAAAAAAAAARRGHHHH NO! I then had to explain what had been going on and the bet thing that she can do is to stay out of it and bring my cousin and his partner so that her car is full.
That's really bad of me isn't it?
But even if she did bring 2/3 of the children, there'd be no room in any other car....
I need to go and sort some shopping out, be back later.
xx