(Warning. This post tries hard to be clever and contains laboured metaphors)
Just spent 9 hours solid rearranging all the bedrooms at home which was a bloody hard job but oh so worth it! Mr D and I are now nestled at the back of our house with heaps more light and sun and a door looking out to our back deck with it's new shade sail and pot plants. Our Big Boy now has his first bedroom on his own and he is so happy and the two little ones are sharing the bunk beds in the middle sunny room.
Had a strange thing happen last night. We went out for dinner with my sister and her husband and stopped at a trendy bar for a drink beforehand and I had this sudden shocking thought come to me as we sat down .. 'oh my god I don't drink alcohol any more...!'
I mean that's crazy right, because I am obsessed with being sober and blog about it twice weekly for gods sake and, you know, it's a brand shiny new fact about my life. But I think actually what happened is that in the lead up to that 'surprise! No booze here!' moment I hadn't had the thought at the front of my brain. It had slipped away momentarily.
So instead of my sober self always leaning over the bow of my life arms outstretched like Kate Winslet in Titanic (you know, with Leonardo Di Caprio in the movie. I warned you ...).. she's now slipping down below deck occasionally.
This must be what happens as it becomes more and more the norm to be a non-drinker. It's like my thoughts are rearranging themselves just as today my household bedrooms have been. (OH SLAM DUNK ON THE WRAPPING UP THE POST NICELY HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!)
I'm exhausted, that's my excuse for this laboured writing. I really should be watching TV not blogging. But that was a real moment that happened in that bar. Oh, and one more thing. I do not miss drinking one bit.
Love, Mrs D xxx