This must be the mantra of the teenager. The boy is up to more shenanigans. Did I really believe that I would get away with just one incident? E-gads! This one is a little more private (guess why). So I can't get into much detail. All I can say is that I am so glad that I am not sleepwalking through my day as a functioning alcoholic. Once more the blessings of sobriety allow me to be fully present in not only my life, but in my loved ones' as well. So I am truly savoring each moment, even through my tears. In fact, the sense of recovery helps me to see with a broader perspective. I know the pain will pass just as the joy did. We are empty clay vessels, with emotions and experiences filling the spaces. As the events fill my vessel, I start to see the myriad of emotions as a rainbow of colors. Oh, how poetic....Anyway, I am feeling much like a Drama Queen. Since I cannot "Save my Drama for my Mama," I spew it out here. :-]
3 comments:
{{chris}}
hang in there..and yes, imagine dealing with all the joys of teenagedom drunk....I can speak from experience...its not good. Being present is you best defense.
Just had to say, I love your answer to Steveroni's Why post! Fabulous!!!
Not only that, but the fact that it was "Smash Mouth" was hilarious!
(((smash "my" mouth...lol)))
Thanks for your comment on my blog. I popped over here to see yours. I like what I see.
This blog reminds me of what I heard a lot when I first got sober and still sometimes hear at meetings:
My worst day sober is better than my best day drunk.
GOD HELP THE PARENT WITH A TEEN.
(It eventually passes -grin-)
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