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the one where i renounce booze forever
Today is the official LAST DAY of my detox (and by detox I mean no booze) and I am celebrating by having a posh coffee from the deli along the road and will be going for a glass of wine with a couple of the girlies this evening.
All in all it’s been fine. But then, that’s cos I allowed myself 2 x falls from grace. The first one was from being in that ridiculous scenario as outlined in my last entry (and that was a few glasses of wine) and the 2nd one was last Saturday. Where you could say I fell SPECTACULARLY off the wagon but I won’t because I knew I was going to have some wine in advance so I was prepared for the falling.
It was the 6th birthday party of my favourite wee boy Eeks on Saturday and his mum (McDee) asked me to come early to help with the preparation of all-things-bad-but-tasty (i.e sausage rolls, mini pizzas, eggy sandwiches etc, etc, etc) so I arrived bleary eyed and mental haired at 10am. I got to work on the kitchen whilst McDee got to work on the house and the boys and by 1pm we were ready to greet the 18 5 & 6 year old boys and the 2 6 year old girls who’d been invited.
They arrived en-masse with their delighted looking parents (free child care for them innit!?) who gently shoved their sprogs into the hall, wished Eeks a very happy birthday and then ran for the hills (or back to bed if they’d had any sense what so ever). And then it was down to us to entertain them.
We fed them, we played games with them, we danced with them, we gave them prizes, we pulled them off each other, we forced them to share and somehow, I managed to convince them that I was not nearly as much fun as they thought I was (but it was hard. Sitting on the sofa, with 8 of them coming towards me like something out of dawn of the dead, they were not convinced I was not fun).
In a word – oof.
When their smug, well rested parents came to collect their little loved ones and I made them cups of tea each of them asked innocently ‘so has this put you off the idea of having kids of your own then?’. In truth it didn’t at all – but there’s no bloody way I’ll be having kiddie parties in the house.
No siree, Bob.
So by 3pm a glass of wine was MOST DEFINITELY in order. And as we all know, in my world when it comes to wine 1 glass is too many, 10’s not enough.
Sunday was a complete and utter write off. I had a killer hangover. I couldn’t get rid of my headache till 5pm and that was with 4 ibuprofen in my system. I was upset, weepy, shaky, sore, depressed and very, very tired. Perhaps I should have slowly introduced alcohol back into my system rather than give my body the equivalent of a drop kick from a great height by Japan’s fattest sumo wrestler.
So, since then I haven’t had any booze and to be honest, if I don’t have a glass of wine tonight I won’t mind.
I can truly say that I have not missed it. My hangover on Sunday was enough to remind me how hellish it can be and I was still feeling depressed, tired and lethargic on Tuesday! That’s just not right.
I have a few social things on this weekend and if I do drink I’m going to keep a really big lid on it. I just can’t be arsed with the hassle.
Looks like I might have to change my template (only joking – as if!).
12:04 pm - 08 February 2007
