I am so angry with myself. Let me talk you through how I failed yesterday.
It was my son's football presentation. My DH suggested that we got a taxi so that we could both 'enjoy' a drink. "No", I smugly said, "I will drive". I drove, I politely declined a drink, I offered others a lift home. I went to the bar in my own time and ordered a soft drink. I listened as my fellow mums talked about how they didn't really want to drink today and I felt completely righteous. The presentation ran for 5 hours!! At one point I even made the old Airplane! joke, "Looks like I chose the wrong week to quit drinking". Everyone thought that this was hilarious but I think it was more the concept of me giving up drinking.
We came home and the wine witch found me. She persuaded me that I clearly didn't have a problem as I had made it through a very important day without a drink - this therefore meant that I was ok to polish off the 2/3rds bottle of white left in the fridge. After all, it will be easier to quit drinking after that last open bottle has gone. And so I did. And I didn't enjoy it. And I decided that I wasn't going to bother with my blog anymore because not drinking forever is a very, very long time. And I threw away my log-in details.
And then I woke up this morning. And I felt ashamed. So I am back.
To quote Steve Bruce - "We go again", and so I will. And I will come back later. I promise.
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