It seems as though the Christmas celebrations started way back in late November, and that’s when my recent drinking pattern started to become more worrying. Drinks parties, school events, or even just being at home getting ready for Christmas – it provided me with an excuse to open a bottle. Now I’m hitting my first Friday of this new sober stretch (Day 4) and because every day for weeks has felt like a Friday, today doesn’t. As I went round the supermarket with my kids, sending them off on challenges to find the peach nectar, or the lemon and lime seltzer, I was relieved to bypass the wine corner (it’s not an aisle, it’s a whole area), and head for the ginger ale. As I need some more strategies this time round, I am trying to be more inventive with my mocktails; my tonic, lime, grenadine mix – though delicious – started to get on my nerves after a while.
Fridays have always been my favourite evening of the week, with that sense of anticipation. Even as I write about being glad that I’m taking a break from the Friday madness, I feel a small disappointment. I never really got to grips with the alternative treat method that other sober bloggers seemed to master – that pjs, slippers, scented candle routine. Perhaps now is the time really to give this a go? Because this time, it has got to work; I cannot keep going back.