First Friday Night


Well I did it - I managed to get through my first Friday night! Wow the wine & whisky witch were in full swing last night. Finished work to an evening of glorious sunshine and I sooooo wanted to sit and watch the boys play in the garden whilst enjoying a cold glass of vino. I toyed with an A/F wine or G&T but it just wasn't going to cut it so I did some gardening instead. Now I see why people get more productive when they cut out the booze!

Found myself getting really grumpy with the boys (who were playing up but not proportionately) and I just knew it was the alcohol cravings kicking in. Fortunately we ate early with the boys so at least I wasn't hangry too! I managed reasonably well throughout the evening until almost bedtime. I still feel hard-wired to have a nightcap before bed to help me relax. So the whisky witch comes knocking. I placate her with a hot chocolate however the sugar just wakes me up and then I can't get to sleep even more. Going to have a to find an alternative I think. 

For full disclosure I should say at this point that my great intentions to throw the remaining whisky away didn't really come to fruition.....I didn't get round to it after writing my last post and then that night William (my youngest) decided sleep was for wimps. Having got up and down like a yo-yo more times than I care to remember it was 4am and I was lying awake wondering how the hell I was going to get back to sleep. Then I remembered the whisky...... There was only one, albeit large, glass left and having had that it was just enough to get back to sleep. I suspect it was less of the sedative effects of the alcohol and far more likely the quietening of the whisky witch and that niggling voice in my head telling me that it was still there. Anyway it's gone now so both those voices can shut up.

So after the sober Friday night, how was it? Well William had me up (as usual) at 6:30am and I really didn't care! I'd been woken from a lovely sleep and whilst it would have been nice to lie in, instead of my usual resentful grumble out of bed, I happily got up and enjoyed a cuddle on the sofa and an early morning cuppa. This is what I have been wanting - a clear benefit of not drinking and this really is the best. Getting up and feeling fresh. 

The thing about the morning after drinking, is that even if you haven't got a clearly identifiable hangover, you always feel a bit shit. For years I never correlated my drinking with feeling crap in the mornings. I assumed it was down to lack of sleep, getting old and being overweight. Don't get me wrong I know those things all contribute to how I feel in the mornings but not having to deal with a hangover as well as 2 small children certainly made the morning more bearable. 

SMB x




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