My mom always used to say, “You play, you pay.”  I don’t know when or why that mom-ism became a regular in my household growing up, but I remember hearing it those times when I stayed up too late at a sleepover party or when my mom’s phone call to my college dorm room interrupted my hangover.  And somehow, despite the fact that I’m a grown-up (and doling out the same words to my own children), I can still hear my mother’s voice echoing in my head, “You play, you pay.”

As you may have heard, I had quite an exciting weekend.  But here it is Wednesday, and I still haven’t recovered.  I finally had to drag myself to the grocery store after school today because I realized if I didn’t, I would have nothing but crackers to pack in my kids’ lunches tomorrow.  A small person could get lost in the depths of my overflowing hamper.  My suitcase still sits in the hallway.  I have 5 days worth of mail to sort through.  And I haven’t stayed awake past 9:30 all week.

But the hardest part isn’t the fact that I have to play catch-up on all my household chores. It’s the fact that I have to function all day at work despite the fact that my voice is scratchy, my body is on autopilot, and my brain is mush.  I’m kicking myself for not working ahead on certain projects so I wouldn’t be sitting here freaking out right now about the time crunch I now find myself in the midst of.

So yes Mom, you were right.  You play, you pay.  You don’t need to remind me.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to continue paying as I work on the report cards I should have been completing while I was living it up in D.C.
When was the last time you played and then payed?  Was it worth it?


5 Comments on You Play, You Pay

  1. I don't know how you do it! I could hardly keep up with the house when I was working, and it was just the two of us, no kids, no dogs, nothing. That you are able to keep up with stuff anytime amazes me – not because it's you, of course. You're amazing. 🙂

  2. Watching the Royal Wedding. Given that coverage started here at 2AM, I opted to stay awake all night. I slept from 5:30AM-6:30AM (end of carriage rides til first kiss) and then was up at 7AM to get the kids ready and off to school. Took me a day or two to get that back.

  3. Let's see… probably on Easter. We got up & went to church, then went to our friends' beach house, then to dinner with them, then hanging on the beach. It was quite fun, but I did pay later. But that's one thing I've learned with my disability, that sometimes, you just have to grab that golden ring and worry later about the consequences.

    And yes, TOTALLY worth it!

  4. About 4-5 months ago I played…a little too hard….and found myself spending several hours on the bathroom floor and having to explain to my 12 year old why. *GULP* Yes, every mothers proudest moment!

    The worst was a few years ago when I was 33. The husband and I were celebrating with a bunch of guys from the NCO Academy. I showed up late and desperately tried to play catch-up by downing a Long Island Ice Tea, followed by 2 Audios Mother F______S. Let me tell you, never has there been a more appropriately named drink in the history of the world.

    What I remember is this: knowing I couldn't passout on the bars restroom floor, I grabbed my purse, waved to the husband, and walked out. He wasn't entirely sober, either (no worries, we had a DD) and didn't really conceptualize that his way-drunk wife was walking outside into the dead of night. I walk around a huge shopping center and found a Porta-Potty in a construction zone. I went inside, yakked, and felt like I should get some sleep in there. Thankfully, what little shred of intelligence I had peaked up and I realized it'd be a very bad idea. I knew no one would find me (I'd walked quite a ways away). So I got out and headed in the direction of my parked car – 2 or 3 shopping centers over. I do remember saying to myself to get my act together and walk straight so I wouldn't be seen staggering by some cops. I ended up making it to my car, parked at Applebee's, and sat down inside…where I proceeded to vomit…in my own car. Oh man…I was eventually found by a group of rescued. 🙂

    That was the absolute worst. I was hurting so bad, I literally did not get out of bed for 24 hours and couldn't even manage to keep crackers and water down. I was way old enough to know better and still was so stupid. Thankfully, I don't do that kind of stuff anymore. Often. 😛

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