tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post7134602502065304109..comments2023-08-12T09:35:34.943-04:00Comments on Oh for the love of...me: A ConfessionSoberMomWriteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845259535764391849noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-43907879387502503712014-08-05T07:16:37.923-04:002014-08-05T07:16:37.923-04:00The center points and I had children and after tha...The center points and I had children and after that, we required to be home on Sunday's to get prepared for the following week...superbowl not withstanding. Indeed, I recall one Superbowl Sunday we used in the crisis room with a 2 year old Brian who had gotten got dried out from a stomach infection (thank God I wasn't drinking at home in those days).Visit this linkhttp://halfwayhomes.org/drug-detox/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-33446858417566541502014-02-10T23:15:06.631-05:002014-02-10T23:15:06.631-05:00my four favorite words "no f-ing thank you&qu...my four favorite words "no f-ing thank you"<br />laughing, I am laughing my way through the past eight posts :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-46456142051285150582014-02-04T08:48:20.293-05:002014-02-04T08:48:20.293-05:00So glad you are still going strong even with your ...So glad you are still going strong even with your hubs still drinking. I know that's hard. I quit smoking while my mom (who lived with us) continued to smoke MY BRAND. But once I've decided to really do something. NOTHING stops me.<br /><br />Like deciding that I know better than the docs or nurses. Sometimes a mother's instinct is all you need.<br /><br />SherrySoberMomWriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04845259535764391849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-78527696001636683162014-02-04T08:46:30.569-05:002014-02-04T08:46:30.569-05:00pat..pat..pat..That's from me. I can't te...pat..pat..pat..That's from me. I can't tell you how much leftover wine I've poured down the drain. The hubs likes to cook with it (especially the red) but sometimes it just has to GO.<br /><br />Whatever it takes my friend...I'll do whatever it takes.<br /><br />SherrySoberMomWriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04845259535764391849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-86444166284246904232014-02-04T05:56:14.466-05:002014-02-04T05:56:14.466-05:00I find the longer I'm away from the booze the ...<br />I find the longer I'm away from the booze the more cunning it gets in trying to wheedle its way back in. It now hits me from left field when I least expect it.<br /><br />The other weekend my daughter's boyfriend was up for a meal - my wife had bought a couple of cans of cider like he likes, which I've never ever drunk in my life before and was never ever tempted when I was drinking - I was a bitter, mild and stout man mostly with the odd madness on vodka thrown in when I started losing it a bit more!<br /><br />He drinks one. The other stays in the fridge - normally no issue for me. It is there several days then I open the fridge to get the milk out for a cup of tea and ... BANG! I clock it. I remember it. I stays talking to me for a few hours. I go to the fridge take it out and pour it down the sink. My wife was concerned - I wasn't it is just how it is with my head. MY risk level elevated slightly but I took action that actually felt good watching it wash away. I've shared about it at more than one meeting recently spoken with others about it. Laughed at how daft this'll sound to anyone not an alcoholic and also quietly patted myself on the shoulder again on another job well done in the daily reprieve from alcoholism. Until the next time it finds another undiscovered route in my psyche to get at me... it will... I'm waiting... and so is my spirit that I look to help me ... and the others who tell me like you about their scares and I hope and trust in all that to mean that I'll turn away, walk away, smash the bottle, pout it away... what ever it takes to refuse the first one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-60369533270475203602014-02-03T20:08:58.036-05:002014-02-03T20:08:58.036-05:00Wtf is right, I was itchy yesterday too and it pis...Wtf is right, I was itchy yesterday too and it pissed me off. Don't know why either. Told my husband to get that wine glass out of my sight. We've also had similar medical situations, told a nurse at Children's Hospital not to fuck with a mother, I knew my son was in trouble when they said he was fine!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-53305893409826865702014-02-03T17:15:43.515-05:002014-02-03T17:15:43.515-05:00I know what you mean. I truly do expect them but ...I know what you mean. I truly do expect them but this one was a surprise! It cracked me up!<br /><br />Yes my friend...we are definitely SUPERWOMEN!<br /><br />SherrySoberMomWriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04845259535764391849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1958057397876971565.post-53872984155892001742014-02-03T13:39:37.142-05:002014-02-03T13:39:37.142-05:00Isn't it funny now that we feel bad if we get ...Isn't it funny now that we feel bad if we get pangs like they are a failure and we shouldn't get them any more.. that's just silly.. we are not superhuman and the world is awash with alcohol.. a substance that we don't' touch any more but used to in abundance. We are superwomen, but not immune to the occasional sad thought. But as you say.. they get BATTED away quick smart. xxxMrs Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13110933370498728198noreply@blogger.com