SO--no B 'cause he's been really, really good...almost too good--did a wonderful boogie to all the music. Sigh, it takes so little to amuse him...something he very much deserves, though, after watching me drown my sorrows/happy times/worry times for years.
He's got to have a live tree with 14,000 lights and 15,000 ornaments on it. It does look good, too. Only 12 cuss words, too.

The infamous coffee mug...one of my yuckiest memories!
DeBoss walked into the party and like a damn fool, I added cream to a perfectly good cup of JW Red. I thought it would disguise what I was drinking. Heck he didn't care--he had his own jug of Canadian Mist. Fortunately neither of us were on call...in all fairness, though, I did not drink when I was on call. I might inhale the smell of Red but drink it.

Cooking?? Oh that's right! I used to do a lot of it...
When I stopped drinking, I stopped cooking for the most part...cooked twice a week, SO did the same so we did have leftovers and that kept us going. That was after the kids moved out and I locked the doors and threw away the keys.

I look back and think about the 12 hour shifts, doing the shopping, occasional cleaning, soccer mudder...and wonder how I got it done with 4-5 hours of sleep.
Guilt about the drinking. If I brought home more money for toys, etc. it made me a good mother...all my kids wanted was a sober mother. One year, that was my son's request in his letter to Santa. It's framed and in the front room...
Ouch!

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