Let's face it, kids, having them, raising them, it's never easy. It takes an extraordinary amount of love and supreme amounts of patience to hold onto your sanity when you have little ones. I should know. I am the mother of an 11 year old boy, a 3 year old girl, and my youngest is an 11 month old boy. They cry, they scream and they fight both with me and each other, A LOT. For the most part, I am used to the daily chaos that is robbing me of whatever hair and wrinkle-free skin I have left. I have accustomed my body to function on five or six hours sleep and lots of Red Bull. I have resigned myself to the fact that I will forever look like a raccoon without the proper, pricey foundation I have discovered to hide the circles around my eyes. Most of the time I am ok with all of these things.
But I have discovered a secret weapon in the fight to retain my sanity which sometimes feels like it has been through a shredder. It is the elixir that rejuvenates me when I am ready to go into shock after a particularly hectic day or evening with the kids. It is Grey Goose. About once a week, I whip out my fancy Martini glass, (very SATC) and grab whatever juice I happen to have in my fridge. Pomegranate Blueberry is a particularly good one, and I add a shot of Grey Goose. Stir and sip. By the time I am done sipping, I can feel the edge starting to wear off, and my senses starting to respond warmly. If I have had the ultimate day from hell when the kids are just completely crazy and out of control, I will indulge in one perhaps two more. And by the time I am done, I feel more calm, subdued, and my nerves are somewhat returned to their normal state. And all is right with the world again.
There may be some who frown on this form of what I call "liquid therapy" but I am not abusing alcohol or mainlining smack to cope. I am simply unwinding with a cocktail or two, ok sometimes three. But it is not everyday, although there are days when I find myself wanting a little something something but not going through with the drink. The main reason for this is I want it to be something I treat myself to and indulge myself in when I have done everything for everyone else, here is something I enjoy that I can do for me. If I am drinking everyday, then it's hardly a treat, it's more like a drinking problem and as the child of an alcoholic, I have to be aware of my actions and exercise self control so that I don't end up in rehab.
The way I look at it is if I am only indulging occasionally when the circumstances call for it, then I am ok. Grey Goose has yet to make me sick or put me in the hospital unlike some other liquor I won't mention (whispers: tequila)...and we have a mutual understanding. Grey Goose takes it easy on me and I won't abuse our relationship. So far it has been a pretty decent working relationship. Only wrinkle in the fabric is that Grey Goose, being the "good stuff" is not cheap and can put quite a whole in your pocket if you are not careful. And though I love me some Grey Goose, at this juncture I am all about the Louboutins so I have kept the emergency cocktails to a minimum.
Nevertheless once the kiddies have been put to bed and the house is in a shambles and I have little Picasso paintings all over the walls, and have cleaned pee and poop off of every surface imaginable, and moderated no less than ten arguments, I sit and indulge in my little piece of heaven...at the end of a loooong day, the kids have their binkies and I have my drinks. Bottoms up, people!
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