It's a party *sigh*

Well I was informed yesterday by my wonderful hubby that I may NOT wear pants and a tee-shirt to the party we are attending at his father’s house Monday. The party at which we will be for aproximately 30 minutes since my 3 babies have to be in bed by 7. The party at which I will be looking incredibly and grotesquely fat in some uncomfortable get-up while fielding such thinly veiled passive-aggressive questions as: “Will this be your last one?” and “You’re still not working are you?”. The party at which I will be chasing my 2 toddlers around an entirely NON-childproofed house complete with two 7-foot xmas trees loaded with delicate ornaments. All this and I can’t freakin’ drink. Gah! Hold me back.