Does your pen ever hesitate on the question “How many drinks do you have in a week?” on those forms in the doctor’s office?
Do you pull out a calculator because you were never strong at math?
I try keep posts up, positive and funny because that is how I like to look at life.
But I am not naive enough to think that life is always up, positive and funny. Reading something yesterday, the feeling that I should share it with you has not left me. So I shall.
I follow a woman @HeatheroftheEO on Twitter. She’s a talented writer, blogger, wife, mother living in Minnesota.
Her post yesterday was about coming to grips with drinking too much. Way too much.
I drink. I hope that doesn’t offend some of you. I love having a glass of wine with my husband on the porch in the evening.
While I sipped some wine the other evening, my nine year old daughter said to me, “Mama, Dr. Pamela doesn’t drink alcohol.”
“She would if she was around you long enough.”
Telling that to Pamela, she laughed saying that she enjoys an occasional beer.
But I have drank too much at times. Times when I wasn’t just having a glass of wine for enjoyment, but to quell deep anxiety and how-can-I-get-through-this kind of drinks. The good news is alcohol is a depressant and those periods ended up making me depressed and heck, that didn’t help anything. So I stopped. But if you drink, you know the times you drink for the wrong reasons.
Here is the link to Heather’s guest interview on “Marketing Mama Blog” ,
http://www.extraordinary-ordinary.com/2010/05/series-on-motherhood-and-drinking-in.html
In her words, “The thing is, I wanted to do right by my children and that became a twisted form of perfectionism that made me crazy because it’s so obviously impossible. I wanted utopia for these amazing little creatures that are such a gift to me. I wanted to protect and keep them always from hurt. I wanted that like I wanted wine, like a drug. Knowing that I couldn’t ever protect them, that I shouldn’t always protect them from everything hurt and I drank it away.” Heather.
It’s easy to abuse alcohol. Hey, it’s legal, easy to buy and inexpensive. You can be a most resposible alcoholic. A dear friend I’ve known my entire adult life has more taxis take him home each evening than rides in his own car.
Life is tough sometimes. But quashing pain with unbriddled bouts with the bottle, food, sex or HGTV on a continous loop never made anyone or anything better. Though with HGTV my bathroom got a fresh coat of paint and new shower curtain.
Many of you tell me that you stop by the blog on occasion. And I care about you, darn it. I care that we all live the best life. The life we were created to live. Sometimes that means facing things — no escaping.
It’s scary, but it’s so much better that way.
Trust me and God bless your Wednesday.







