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Day 5 - Pub anyone?

Well we're a few days in and I'm still dry! Only 26 days to go...

I've found myself still in the habit of wanting to pour a drink when the kids have gone up, as a way of chilling out for an hour before bed. And I've been doing this with alcohol free wine, but maybe I need to shake that up a bit as I think it makes the lack of actual wine more pronounced.

The children think this is all a marvellous idea. Matt doesn't really understand the concept of alcohol anyway, at 15 he has no desire to even try it as he's heard it tastes bad and has seen some of his friends drunk and doesn't like it. Sophie likes the idea of wine, it's grown up and exciting; but she doesn't like the idea of mummy not quite being herself. It's the same with me being ill, it freaks her out. I don't really drink around the kids, that's saved for "mummy time" - 9 o'clock is wine o'clock, but the older they get the more aware they become.

There've been a couple of times where I've asked Sophie to bring me a glass of water in the morning, usually after a night at our friends' in Whitley Bay, "I told you not to drink so much wine!" is her standard response. So she knows!

Last night I was invited to a gig at a pub in town with friends. I would have driven anyway, but there's a BIG difference between not having a drink until I get home, and not having one for another month/27 days/648 hours!!

I had a couple of Becks Blue. It's alright actually! The gig was good, although I only stayed an hour or so, but I did REALLY miss pouring a glass of wine when I got home. 

It's getting boring now. And the weekend is approaching... urgh I need lots of luck. And sponsors. And wine.... :(



  1. I have no idea what you mean ‘ friends in Whitley Bay’!!! Are you seeing another family behind our backs up here?? Seriously- you are doing great- and in theory- it gets easier?!!

  2. Does it?? I hope so. First weekend down, that's surely the hardest! And you know you are the one causing me to get in trouble with Sophie. Wouldn't have it any other way )


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