***Submitted by Momto7
You don’t know me. You just think you do.
We wave to each other as we wait in the “car rider” line at school. You don’t know my McDonald’s cup has vodka mixed with the Diet Coke. You stop me in the grocery store to ask my advice on choosing a teacher. You don’t know that I’ve been drinking since ten this morning. You ask me to volunteer to help with a project. I write it down immediately. You say “That’s how you stay organized with so many kids!” I know I must write it down because I may not remember.
I don’t even remember going to bed last night.
I do remember why I started drinking. I was trying to relax, enjoy myself, stop stressing so much. Then one drink leads to another…and I do relax a bit and even laugh…until I’m on my third or fourth drink of the night, then I turn mean. I yell at my children, I pick fights with my husband. After last night’s fight, I decided (again) that I have to stop. But this time I mean it. When he threatens to leave and take my baby, I know I’m over the line.
So this morning, I dropped one son off at football practice, then drove to the store. I took the empty vodka bottle and a half full bottle, disguised by a grocery bag, and threw them in the trash. Returned home to deliver my other two children to school.
I drink because I have seven children, a demanding job, and an unemployed husband.
I’m stopping the drinking because I have seven children and a husband.
Today is the day.