If the kids are home, am I technically drinking alone?

There are days and then there are DAYS! On these DAYS, if Larry walks in the door from work and tries to make small talk, as in a pleasantly curious, “What did you do today?” I will growl back, “The only thing you should be asking me is ‘red or white?!” I take pathetic pride in waiting to pour the nightly medication until I have someone to drink with. After all, if you drink alone, you have a problem, right?

There are days a glass of wine doesn’t occur to me until nightfall. There are days when I consider putting Chardonnay in my Cheerios. There is an inverse relationship between the number of times I hear “Mommeeee” and my willpower. I know I’m not alone. Friends, sisters and moms at the playground commiserate to remind me we are all in the same rocky, thirsty boat. ┬áMany of us are looking forward to our generation’s version of “Mother’s little helper”. We’ve abandoned the pill bottle for the wine bottle.

As a rule, I avoid talking about motherhood as a job, but this doesn’t mean it is easy. While kids are wonderful and are a blessing and blah, blah, blah, they can grate on your nerves like a jackhammer hitting steel. Combine this with their schedules and their constant needs and there are times, I end up feeling like my skin is bristling just to be near them. Something to soften the edges is just what the doctor (that doctor being me) ordered. I want to be a patient and interested mom, so oft times, when the driving is done and the homework is not too challenging, I take a deep breath and count the seconds until my husband, more importantly, my drinking buddy comes home.

But, it occurs to me … if my kids are in the house, I am not technically alone. “Sweetie, put down your crayon and fetch Mummy the corkscrew.”

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Author: Karen Latimer

Karen is a Family Doctor, mom of five and founder of Tips From Town.