Do I dare say that things felt easier today? The evening routine is pretty settled: mocktails, chat, supper with kids, Harry Potter (reading to kids), washing up, bit of tv, bed. Ok, so it’s not very exciting, but it’s working at the moment, so I’m sticking to it. 21 days in, and I have cocooned myself here in sober safety. Apart from our weekend of guests – oh, and New Year’s Eve, but that was right at the start – we haven’t been out at all. No socialising, no dinners, no drinks parties…no temptations outside the house. It hasn’t been easy changing the routine but I’m getting used to it, and it now feels faintly absurd that I used to quaff wine during the week.
Another mum this morning was listening to me explaining to someone else that I wasn’t drinking alcohol or coffee because of my ongoing tummy problem; and she suddenly piped up, in front of everyone, that her husband remembers pouring me glass after glass of wine at a party, years ago. That wasn’t nice, to be exposed like that, but I guess I deserve it; I used to drink a lot and people noticed.