Mondays.
They are suppose to be the day that jumpstarts your week, but sometimes they feel more like a kick in the ass.
The week improved since my last enty - good news. The girls came back to us on Friday as usual. Sarah had a t-shirt making party, that I'm not sure what the final outcome will be since they only got through 15 of the 25 before running out of fabric paint.
Rachel had her Build-A-Bear sleepover party. IT was actually a pretty good time. They were somewhat well behaved. I say somewhat because there was still the matter of a white van chasing them around the neighborhood and she never thought to call Sam or I. Good lord. Turns out to be drunk students who just graduated, but still.... it woke me up.
I developed a migraine early in the night on the way over to the B-A-B Workshop. It got worse by 10pm - I had to take more Tylenol and lay down. Up again in an hour and then I was fine. The girls were up till the wee hours. Sam and I relaxed by the firepit till arond 2 a.m. I was awake till around 3 - but baby woke me at 4a.m. - a few kids were STILL awake. Hehehehe.
Was fine all day yesterday too, but it felt like we had a lot going on. Sam mowed the grass and did the trim. I had to run off to a cheerleading parent meeting. We had supper - a couple of glasses of wine and well that's about the evening. Except Sam drank too much and couldn't walk a straight line. Oh yeah...again.
What else is new...? Right?
He was suppose to go pick up Rachel around 8pm and by then he was blitzed. I had to go get her. Around 10:30 I suggested he go to bed because I had already suggested he stop drinking over an hour before that.
Nope - not Sam. He stayed up later and two more beers. That brought my "known" count to 7 beers and 2 glasses of wine in 4 hours. Its just too much for him, he can't handle it.
I woke up at midnight, no Sam. Too tired - back to sleep. I woke at 1:00 am. No Sam - baby crying wanting a bottle. I found Sam in Rachel's bed passed out. He wouldn't budge with any effort. I went back at 3:00a.m. - same thing. Finally, Rachel got up and said she couldn't sleep with his snoring and stuff so I said - jump in my bed. I had Rachel, the dog and me in our bed. No Sam.
Needless to say I woke this morning and had to do it all. Get the baby, change the baby, feed the baby, make the coffee, make the girls cookies for breakfast, help Sarah with her hair, make our lunches and THEN try one more time to wake Sam.
He worked from home today - Rachel decided she couldn't make it to school. I was fine with that - I know she didn't get much sleep and she had bathroom issues on top of that.
He sent me an e-mail saying he has to go back on the wagon. Yep - I agree. Its just such a damn shame when I enjoy having a drink once in a while. I want my husband to share it with me.... but he cant' because he doesn't stop. It sucks! And I don't really know how to trust he'll stay on the wagon.
He says he'll go off for weekend picnics, but will he over do it? Likely. Weekend picnics will turn in to just weekends, then well.. "I meant just for a week I'll stop" and so on.
I've already accepted the fact that I married an alcoholic. It really sucks.
2:14 p.m. - 2008-06-02
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