The second day of the rest of my life
Firstly I would like to say that I am hoping to come up with some slightly more imaginative titles as I progress!!
I made it through the evening with one Becks Blue - which I moderately enjoyed (check me out who knew I could get moderate at anything?!). I went to bed and slept moderately well (‘I might have to rethink my name) and woke up feeling content and that contentment grow to a low level euphoria, which is still bubbling away!
None of this is that unusual, I frequently go at least 1 or 2 days a week without a drink and each time it’s the same, I wake up clear headed and happy and remind myself throughout the day how lovely it is and then .... we’ll as you will all know THE WINE WITCH COMES KNOCKING!!!
Collecting the kids from school seems to be an almost open invitation to her and then my thoughts turn to after bedtime (which often starts a good half an hour before bedtime) and then dinner where the wine witch just assumes she is welcome - oh fish tonight a lovely glass of white!
Ooh good bit of steak - you wouldn’t be doing it justice without a glass of red “oh ok wine witch you make a good point”. Then 6 hours later, a bottle and a half of wine later there I am waking up onthe sofa feeling much less smug than I had started the day.
So I know my battle will really last a maximum of 3- hours a day, I have read all the advice on early nights and that does sound like a winning plan to me I LOVE MY SLEEP!
So for now, I am going to go and enjoy the hours before she comes a knocking.
Again, wish me luck please.
I made it through the evening with one Becks Blue - which I moderately enjoyed (check me out who knew I could get moderate at anything?!). I went to bed and slept moderately well (‘I might have to rethink my name) and woke up feeling content and that contentment grow to a low level euphoria, which is still bubbling away!
None of this is that unusual, I frequently go at least 1 or 2 days a week without a drink and each time it’s the same, I wake up clear headed and happy and remind myself throughout the day how lovely it is and then .... we’ll as you will all know THE WINE WITCH COMES KNOCKING!!!
Collecting the kids from school seems to be an almost open invitation to her and then my thoughts turn to after bedtime (which often starts a good half an hour before bedtime) and then dinner where the wine witch just assumes she is welcome - oh fish tonight a lovely glass of white!
Ooh good bit of steak - you wouldn’t be doing it justice without a glass of red “oh ok wine witch you make a good point”. Then 6 hours later, a bottle and a half of wine later there I am waking up onthe sofa feeling much less smug than I had started the day.
So I know my battle will really last a maximum of 3- hours a day, I have read all the advice on early nights and that does sound like a winning plan to me I LOVE MY SLEEP!
So for now, I am going to go and enjoy the hours before she comes a knocking.
Again, wish me luck please.
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