A couple of weeks ago, I vowed to try and not drink wine for a month. I failed miserably. In fact, I didn't make it past day three!
Radical Mommy: I love wine! It's as simple as that. I love the way it looks, I love the way it smells, and most of all, I love the way it tastes. I love it so much that most nights I drink at least 2 glasses of it -- on some nights, I drink even more.
Well, a few weeks ago, I thought I would swear off the nectar of the gods for 30 long, long, long days. I wanted to see if teetotalism would improve the quality of my, and my family's, lives. To put it bluntly, it didn't.
Day One of my no-wine experiment started with great promise. I was confident that it would be a breeze and that my engagement with and enjoyment of my life would skyrocket to such heights that I would swear off of it forever.
That night when I got home from work, instead of pouring a lovely glass of wine, I opted for fizzy water -- no problem. For what was left of the evening, I just relaxed with my husband and son. My son and I talked a lot, read some books together, and then we all went to bed at about 8:30 PM.
On Day Two of the experiment, I didn't feel like having a drink either. I got home and once again just relaxed with my family. My son and I normally talk and interact with each other a lot when I get home, except normally I'm drinking a glass of wine while doing it. I didn't drink and it was great -- I felt slightly more connected and more relaxed. I liked it.
On Day Three, the worm turned. I had the best of intentions, but when I got home my husband proudly announced (I hadn't informed him of my "experiment," so he thought he was doing something nice for me), "I've got a surprise for you -- I bought you a bottle of wine from your favorite place in Italy." At first, I said, "No thanks, I don't feel like drinking." But then I thought about it for a minute and decided that actually, I did feel like having a glass of wine. And indeed my husband and I had a glass of wine.
I think that for me, drinking wine symbolizes a sort of "changing of the guard." It symbolizes that I'm no longer in "work mode," instead I'm in "family mode," which is more relaxed. In my personal life, I am very shy and pretty reclusive, and at work I like to think of myself as a take-the-bull-by-the-horns kind of gal. When I get home at night, I have to make a concerted effort not to take my husband and son by the horns, so to speak. I have to make a concerted effort to be a wife and a mother and my wine helps me unwind and ease into my family life.
For about a second, I felt bad about not being able to complete 30 days of abstinence -- but then that went away and I poured myself another glass.
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