So…after a summer of blissful overindulgence, I have been taking a break from my beloved wine for the month of September. It’s something I do every once in a while….partly to make sure I’m not actually an alcoholic, but mostly so that I can get myself back on track with health(ier) habits.
You know what, though, I’m not sure it’s worth it. After a long week of kid melt downs, spats with my husband, folding laundry, cleaning the kitchen (I’m not kidding when I say it feels like I do this 11 times a day), folding laundry, going to work, freelancing, folding laundry…and tonight, to top it off, one of the most epic tantrums of all – I was ready to fold. But, alas, not a drop to be had in the house.
I believe that every time a mom who needs a glass of wine doesn’t get one, a kitten dies.
So…instead of enjoying a nice glass of cab sav, I’m sitting here writing this and feeling sorry for myself…hoping you’ll feel sorry for me, too…
and send wine.