Last night I dreamed of Moobz… and President Clinton… and getting stuck in a high priced organic grocery store… And I’ll tell you, I’ll take Moobz in a wet t-shirt over an overpriced broccoli floret any day.. which reminds me of that Mike Myers skit (Dieter) about “Germany’s Most Disturbing Home Videos”… featuring an older gentleman skipping around a sprinkler in a diaper. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
What we have here, other than the obvious losing of the marbles in dreamland, is some seriously crib-deprived toddlers raising some ruckus and some hiding out mamas in rooms filled with more Nag Champa than patience. But today I’m more grateful than yesterday and I laughed at the shared stories about The Trouble with Relationships in Recovery… or TTRR… and I’ve made a little space.. a clubhouse to hide away in here in my Not So Small house… Today is my 11th day with no wine… Even with two slips, I still consider that it’s been nearly 6 weeks of a new life without alcohol.
#11
Work-family balance – talk amongst yourselves
It’s already been 6 weeks? Wow! I think of you often and pray you are well on this journey. Um, or at least hanging in there. Take care.
Six weeks is wonderful, and congrats on not beating yourself up over a slip-up. I’m amazed by your courage and stick-to-it-iveness.
As for your dream, I find you suspiciously silent on the Clinton portion… = )
Yeah, what gives? I want the deets of your rendezvous with Slick Willie.
The slips don’t define you - go girl!
Ah, to sleep, perchance to dream….
That’s right! There better not be anything wrong with skipping around a sprinkler in a diaper!!!