I have a drinking problem. I waste wine. I waste it. It’s a real problem. I don’t care how cheap the wine is, wasting it is wrong. I have a problem with this. I am ashamed.
This is how it usually happens for me. I pour a glass of wine when I’m done with Mom/hausfrau duties for the day. I feel immediately happy that the sweet elixir is going to get in my bellay while I’m reading, watching T.V. or writing. All set? YOU BET! Let the ME time begin!
I find a good snuggle up spot, get myself situated and then take the first sip. I’m still swallowing that first sip when I hear the back door bells ringing, which means that one of the dogs has to go out. I get up and let one or both of them out to make yuck, wait for them to finish making yuck and then give them a doggie treat for making said yuck in the backyard instead of under the piano bench. If one dog is out and the other dog is curled up somewhere else sleeping, it’s inevitable that once I re-snuggle up I hear the RING RING RING of the other dog who needs to make yuck. These pooches are not in synch. I always think I should just take my glass of wine with me, but inevitably I forget and miss out on the sippy goodness. SIGH.
I write both from the heart and my experience as a mental health professional and a parent of two nutjob kids who provide me with more material for this nonsense than I could ever use.
Once I get all snuggled up and greet my sweet drink with a little slurp, I hear the buzzer of the dryer go off –
I don’t always get up at this point, but the majority of the time I know that if I don’t, I’m going to end up having to re-wash or have to iron some crap that is too nasty for even me to wear wrinkly-like. Again, I think I should take the glass with me but I’m easily distracted and end up forgetting. SIGH.
After I fluff and fold, I run the piles upstairs and inevitably one of kids (who I’ve tucked in 62.32 times at this point) wants another snuggle or a drink or to be re-tucked in. I think that I should run downstairs and get my wine because I could sip and snuggle, but like I said before, I’m easily distracted and forget.
At this point if I don’t fall asleep in one of the beds with my kids post snuggle, (thereby wasting the entire glass of wine) I make my way downstairs after anywhere from 5-30 minutes after getting sucked into the kid vortex. I take a sip of my beloved white wine and find that the chill is gone. I buy cheap, and warm, cheap white wine is like drinking flat, stale beer with fruit loop flavoring. Gross. I have to get up again but of course this time I remember to bring the wine.
I transfer my wine into another glass with ice, ‘cause I roll classy like that, and wait for the chill to come back. Of course it’s watered down and not as buzzy good now. (Insert frown face) Sometimes when I’m throwing all caution to the wind, I dump the warm wine down the sink and pour a fresh glass! This only happens if we have a surplus of cash for the month or I have found a $10 dollar bill that day while walking down the street. Neither of these things happened in to me over the last 5-10 years, but I like to pretend that they do sometimes and then I get CRAZY CARELESS WITH THE WINE, like I have a money tree in the back yard! I feel rebellious and wasteful, so naughty! Occasionally I have actually thrown back a glass BEFORE getting all distracted and needed so I’m subject to bad judgment because I have a teeny buzzy wuzzy and I’m all cavalier with the vino.
Usually either the bell rings again or a kid is pulling a bedtime stall AGAIN within two minutes of sitting down and snugglefying myself again. Of course I forget my wine when tending to the dogs or kids.
I notice that my wine glass is still FULL. I take one sip and then another and then a gulp and I feel warm and cozy. I sink further into whatever place I’m chillaxing and realize that I’m too horizontal to drink without spilling so I have to get vertical again to enjoy my beverage.
I have about two of those horizontal to vertical adjustments in me before I’m snoring like a rhino with a head cold, unless of course a dog needs to go out, a kid needs a hit of momma, my weak bladder doesn’t betray me or the dryer dosen't taunt me.
See what I mean; PROBLEM! The first step is admitting it and I’m doing that right now. Hello, my name is Nikki and I have a problem wasting wine, forgetting wine and being too distracted to drink my wine. Can you help me?
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