Happy Thanksgiving, Nesters.
Kensho, your describing the resentment at others who drink more than their allotment really took me back. While I am still the AL Police, at least I’m not trying to keep up with, or claim my fair share of it. I do still pay attention to how much others drink, I wonder if that will ever go away? That obsession with the next drink is something I never thought I’d overcome. Thankfully, that came with time.
I finished my antibiotic and the ear drops yesterday and feeling better. Thank you all for your encouragement. I’m such a whiny patient (I hate that).
As I count my blessings, this nest and my sobriety are at the very top of the list. It was a lucky day when I googled ‘How to stop drinking’ and found My Way Out.
I cooked a full blown meal for the hubs and me. We had smoked pork chops instead of Turkey. I’m still miserably full. It’s the Season! Hope everyone has an awesome day!
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osteroops: but it was delicious. Thanksgiving has been at our house maybe 3 times in 40 years so I don’t really know much about making turkey and all the other traditional stuff. It all turned out very well and we have plenty of leftovers.
But home and my OWN bed sounds nice too. I spent a lot of time laying in bed last night, evaluating my life from the outside-in. We watched a movie called Art of Racing in the Rain, and it made me want to evaluate my life. I have had a long time struggle within myself, telling myself that I could be a better mom - a more present mom, a mom who doesn't have a career that she loves. So I laid awake in bed thinking, and asked myself what it would look like if I was the kind of mom I tell myself I should be. Turns out, It is not much different than the mom I am now. I decided to make some dedicated times to check in with the kids - but this thing I was really afraid of - being a bad mom - isn't real. I made a few goals for myself moving forward regarding health, relationships, spirituality... and I feel much better. I can be so hard on myself. It helps to confront those fears straight on sometimes. Especially when forced to be awake due to food-induced neuropathy! 
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