I am not a teetotaler, although I do enjoy saying that word. I see nothing wrong with a glass or two of something with dinner, and let’s just say I enjoy myself at parties. (Muff, behave yourself.)
But recently I’ve been thinking about cutting back, both because it isn’t doing my figure any favors and because I wonder about the example it sets for my kids. Let me be clear. We are talking about two glasses of wine. I’m not singing Lady Gaga on the front lawn in my underwear. I’m fully functional and would feel comfortable driving.
Part of this stems from a discussion I had with a friend who teaches at our intermediate school. In sixth grade, my kids will attend a health class that covers the stages of alcohol use and abuse. I can’t remember all the details and am too drunk lazy to look them up. The point is that some students become upset when they realize their parents are dependent on alcohol.
You could argue that drinking in moderation sets a good example for my children, since alcohol isn’t going anywhere and I want them (eventually) to learn to handle it responsibly. I agree with that argument at times, especially when I’m holding a wine glass.
But I figured I would give at least part-time abstinence a try—no more hooch from Sunday through Thursday.
For those of you still reading (anyone? anyone?), here is the brave admission: since making that commitment, I haven’t kept it once. I usually fall apart on Wednesday. Last week it was Tuesday.
It’s not like I defuse bombs for a living. What puts me over the edge is getting home from swim team practice at 7 knowing that I have to make dinner, supervise homework, and bathe and read to my kids before I can have a minute to relax. This is what drives me to drink (moderately). Pretty sad, right?
Ok, teetotalers, let me have it.