To Drink or Not to Drink...

Please let me start by saying that I wholly recognize that this post will make me sound like the biggest lush in the world.  Ok, glad we got that out there.

For the past several years, I have enjoyed the occasional glass of wine.  When I worked at a large firm, I enjoyed bonding with my colleagues over said occasional glass of wine.  Or two.  At lunch.  Every day.  (Man, those were good times).  My point is--I am a fan of alcohol.  I love red wine or the occasional scotch on the rocks.  Beer is good as well, particularly if you are in a pub of some sort.  Or in front of the TV.  Or at your kid's soccer game.  But again I digress.  In sum:  Booze is Good.

Example of said Good Booze.

So, you may ask, what is my point?  My point is that I have been missing my formerly favorite activity, drinking.  For about 2 years now.  For obvious reasons, I abstained from anything but the occasional nip of red wine during the entirety of my pregnancy.  But much to my surprise, I have also basically gone full-wagon since he has been born.  It's crazy.  I can't even have a glass of wine these days without descending into a blubbering mess of tears and self-loathing.  Yes, even more than before (to those of you who knew me "when").  At first, it was concern over how to take care of the baby properly.  If I were passed out through the entire night, how would I hear him when he awoke hungry?  What if something happened--how would I be able to react?  So I see how for the first few months it was a matter of self-imposed necessity that I abstain.  But recently, despite the occasional effort, I still cannot drink.  It kicks my behind for days, if I even attempt it.  Case-in-point, the other night my mom and I went to dinner and had a bottle of wine.  The next day all I wanted to play with my kid was "find mommy under the blanket."  He won.  Repeatedly.  I simply am incapable of holding even the tiniest amounts of liquor.  Sad.

Truly, though, this isn't a bad thing.  Think of all the "energy" I now have (ha).  And the money I will save on headache remedies.  Folks, you are looking at a reformed, non-drinker.  I mean, a former drinker who is reformed.  Or something.  Aw, heck...can someone please get me a beer?