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


