Thought this might be nice to share those moments in recovery where we have had yucky, messy, horrible experiences, sometimes not really the end of the world and others life altering changes.
I had the worst afternoon but knowing that I didn’t pick up a drink through it has made it not seem all that bad after all.
The washing that ive been trying to get dry for the last 3 days including pretty much all my kids warm clothes, were nearly dry, so hung them on the line for a final dry when it finally seemed the sun was here to stay. Well they got soaked didn’t they. My two year old twins refused to have a nap and were running wild because now they are in ‘big boy beds’ and I can’t cage them in lol. One twin does a ‘number 3’ on the kitchen floor. Clean that all up. Realise I need more asthma medication so get them in the car to the chemist. Other twin power spews everywhere. Get to the chemist, prescription has expired and I cant afford to buy it over the counter so basically if I get asthma im stuffed til tomorrow cos nothing is open. Get home, clean up the vom, give him a bath and because I assumed he had spewed choking on a biccy I brought him into bed with me and his brother to chill out before bed. Power spews in my bed. Its now 9pm and both are fighting over toys and im dreading actually putting them to bed cos its a nightmare (used to be 7pm sharp in cots…now sometimes 10pm in beds :-/). I did have that thought to drink…I wanted it, but the thought came, I acknowledged it, told it to bugger off and moved on to new thoughts. Anyway that was my lil triumph, hope your not too grossed out. Tell me about yours!?