One of the hardest pills to swallow as a new parent is the feeling that the carefree part of yourself is gone forever. You scroll through your Instagram feed from bed at 8 p.m. on a Saturday, jealously frowning at your slobber-covered phone.
Sure, you're probably not tearing up the town like you used to, but Chrissy shows us that there's no shame in a little messy game. Need a night out? Take it. Get so drunk you forget you put on a giant possum head, then wake up the next day and embrace the unique hell of hungover parenting.
Following Chrissy's lead, I recently had my first girls' weekend since the birth of my son. I put on real pants and makeup and, yeah, I drank a little too much. And you know what? It didn't make me a bad mom. Purging all the pent-up frustration and resentment that can come with parenthood was amazing for my mental health and a reminder that the sky is not going to fall if I turn up every now and again.