Labor Day 2018

Last year on this long weekend I was in the middle of a relapse.  I had a last hurrah weekend at the cottage & vaguely remembering day drinking before having to pack up & go home (I was not driving).

Betsy has been whispering in my ear, but I’ve been able to squash her stupid A$$ conniving thoughts.  Happy to say that I’m going to bed sober.  It is an important night, it is the first day of school for students tomorrow— a big day for many.

The whole weekend was low key but fabulous.  We spent a lot of time in the pool & with each other.  Hubby & oldest had a scout outing on Saturday, so my youngest & I had a date night & then got some school supply shopping done.

On Sunday hubby & I had a date day.  We found a Segway tour rental nearby & was super excited to go, but it ended up being closed for the holiday weekend.  So we went to Walmart (I had to get clothes pins & spray paint for a school project— plus WHO wouldn’t want to spend time on a date at the Walmart?? 🤷🏼‍♀️) and then to a Japanese restaurant that had delicious sushi.

Today I rode my bike for the first time in about a month.  We rode over 10 Miles in the hot sun. It was pure bliss.  This is what drinking takes from me, this & so much more!  We came home, swam, ate subs outside for lunch and then worked around the house & got the kids ready for tomorrow.  It was the perfect day really.

I learned a valuable lesson from my last relapse. It is much easier to stay sober than to become sober. This last time I found it nearly impossible to stop. I would get 2 days & then drink over & over again.

Today is day 6.  I am so grateful to be sober. I will remain grateful for every sober day <3

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I am a mom of boys, wife, furmom, gardner, walker, runner, teacher, reader, writer and cook. I am 42 years old and live in the beautiful state of Michigan. I love my job as an elementary special education teacher. The most remarkable quality of mine is that I'm a recovering alcoholic.

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