Category: Our Children and Ourselves

Overwhelmed

Before sobriety I was just Doing.Not Being. Now I’m being. And I’m being while I do too.  I don’t have less to do.But I have more time. More awareness. I am alert enough to pick up on the little lovely moments. And each day is littered with those lovely moments. It was before but I wasn’t present

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Autism, Alcohol and Me

What an interesting combination In my family That’s why you seeThe idea of moderation Just won’t help my situation  Where perception is affected I think alcohol is best rejected When my children see a distorted view I find it’s true That mine must be crystal clear To see what’s really happening And to properly be able to hear Autism is a complex condition I’ve

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This is Us

Have you ever watched the show This is Us ? It’s a series that airs in the US. A show about families in all their brokenness and loving awesomeness. If you haven’t watched it and have it available, I highly recommend it but keep the tissues close by. Last night I watched a recent episode

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Debunking the Romance of Mommy’s Wine Time

I wasn’t a black out binge drinker and I didn’t come close to hitting any kind of rock bottom. I just decided it was time to take a break from the booze. As a mother and as a woman my wine time wasn’t serving me well anymore. Today is day 48 alcohol-free for me and

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Redefining "Me Time"

I used to think that pouring myself a glass or two of wine at the end of the day was the best way to have a little bit of much-needed adult time. Between the responsibilities of my job and my family, it seemed that I hit the ground running at six in the morning and finally only screeched to a stop when the kids were tucked into bed. I was the go-to mom in our neighborhood for fun play dates and great homemade cookies. I made sure that every birthday and holiday was memorable and adorned with homemade piñatas and towering cakes from scratch. I needed my “me time”. Kicking back with a couple of glasses of wine was empowering.
Until it wasn’t.