Friday, January 27, 2012

things to do when you really want a drink (too long to be a text to my bff)

1.) take a shower until the hot water runs out.
2.) pluck your eyebrows until it is too sting-ey or you get bored or your arm gets tired.
3.) gather up all the dirty laundry as if you are going to take it to the basement for a washing.
4.) make a cup of coffee in your french press.
5.) heat some milk in the microwave for this coffee so it doesn't make the coffee cold and so you feel fancy.
6.) sit in the leather chair and stare at your basket of dirty laundry.
7.) check your email.
8.) drink some coffee.
9.) take a picture of yourself drinking coffee and post it on facebook.
10.) read a blog.
11.) organize all of the markers in the art bin by color.
12.) write a blog post.
13.) read a little bit of a book.
14.) flip through the pottery barn catalog.
15.) see if anyone has posted on your facebook picture.
16.) realize you only plucked one eyebrow.
17.) scrounge through the refrigerator for something to eat.
18.) scrounge through the pantry.
19.) eat some dusty old christmas candy that is peppermint and dark chocolate (your two least favorite candy flavors).
20.) see if you have stuff to make cookies.
21.) eat a couple of tablespoons of brown sugar.
22.) take the damn laundry down to the basement.
23.) google your own name.
24.) google your address.
25.) toast a frozen waffle.
26.) do not even think about cleaning up in the kitchen. not enough wine in the world, baby girl.
27.) stand and stare out the back window at absolutely nothing for a full five minutes while you eat your waffle.
28.) have some real dinner when everyone gets home.
29.) build harry potter's "knight bus" in lego.
30.) eat the rest of the christmas candy.
31.) let the dogs out.
32.) watch the end of something forgettable on showtime.
31.) brush and floss.


you made it.
one more day sober.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

the meeting

I went to an AA meeting today.

tonight, all I want is a bottle of wine. my daughters are fighting. then they are apologetic and fakey-nice. they act like they are scared I will explode. "thank you mommy for dinner. it's really good," says one, super-cheery. it's creepy. there is a tension and egg-shells and a black mood hanging over the dining room and I don't know how to lighten it.
I just want a bottle of wine: the first sips warming my insides, the glass twinkling like christmas lights, then soft limbs, release. soft mind. release.
and i don't exactly know why I don't just go and get and open and gobble a bottle of wine.
I don't have any reason not to.
and a hundred reasons why I think I should. and how i think this moment could be so easily improved. and how I could, at least, escape. and how i really really really want to escape.

so why did I go to that meeting today? what in the hell am i going to do?