Here is a typical drinking scenario for me: If it is a really good day, girl goes to bar for happy hour to discuss some type of work related topic. Girl has between 1 and around 2 (alcoholics are the opposite of fishermen… we round down…) glasses of wine and then drives home. The drive […]
Ok. I made it to nine. I made it through a WHOLE weekend, including an 11 year old birthday party at a hotel with six kids (including the minister’s daughter which seems way, way more stressful than it should be). I thought A LOT about drinking. Chardonnay. Please? Really. I am serious. I need/want/can’t possibly […]
I almost drank today. I wanted to SO badly. I have two beautiful bottles of wine left in the house and they sound like the perfect week-cap; a needed escape from an emotional, pity-party kind of day. Instead I’m slamming Nerds and Laffy Taffy and drinking tea like I’ll win a prize for finishing whole […]
Anger. It is an interesting emotion. Sure, I can rage with the best of them after too many glasses of magic mouth laxative, but half the time I can’t remember what I actually said or if I really meant it. True, thought out, justifiable anger… that’s one of those emotions that leaves me paralyzed, inarticulate and […]
Typically my drive home was filled with anticipation of the magic elixir of happiness and release waiting for me the moment I crossed my home threshold.
Well. Here I am. I’m truly thinking about sobriety for the first time in what most would probably say is humiliatingly too long. It’s not that I haven’t thought about it before. I’ve definitely entertained the notion before. I have flirted with the idea that maybe I should drink a wee bit less (for the sake […]