Although their are some moms who are stronger then I am, I find it hard to maintain the social life I had pre-baby. Because Spawn insists on waking up before noon, I have had to drastically cut back on my wine and martini intake. So, baby bonus: I’m hung over a lot less. Plus, at my baby music class the moms and babes would have to get into tight circles at the end and I had to pretend that I found their babies so cute that I couldn’t stop smiling, making me unable to sing or talk and have them smell my booze breath from the night before. Trust me people, this only has to the happen once. After that, it’s all tea time and stolen Chatelaines. PTA, here I come.