Saturday, 11 October 2014
Day 6 - Normal people
I reached out.
I had a bath.
I'm still here.
I didn't actually die of wine dehydration. Who knew.
So I'm at the cusp of my first week actually sober, out of choice. Who knew that was possible.
Why are the weekends harder. I ask this openly as a 'WHY?????'. I work at home, I'm at home most of the time, in reality for me, the weekends are not really a change in my routine, aside the husband being home. It's not like I need a treat for it being a Friday/Saturday/Sunday. They happen every week. But, they're a great excuse to drink.
I took lots of advice, I got supplies in (sweets, non-alcoholic drinks, comfort food) and I hunkered down.
When it got bad, I reached out, I had a bath. Lavender helps. Soggy wet hair helps. Getting into PJ's infront of the fire helps. It doesn't help the cravings but it seems to put a bit of distance/perspective [self-sabbotage?] between me and the wine-infested brain monster.
OK, so you want to go out in you pj's and with a soggy mop of hair out into the dark and the cold to drive 5 miles each way to the nearest shop. Really? What on earth will you tell him, there sitting on the sofa, settled and comfy. You're having a 'wine emergency'? Don't be stupid.
So my and my stupid wine-infested brain monster went to bed. Grumpy. [And slept for 10 hours.]
I'm still oh so grumpy. Normal people can drink, why can't I?
Today I was a sober [grumpy] girl, a sober mum [by text] and a sober wife.
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