Last night I got out of work and B picked me up by 1100pm.
We stopped to get milkshakes on the way home and lounged watching the new Bill Nye show on netflix. In bed by 1am.
It was a surreal feeling.
100 days ago I would have stayed after work and got plastered. Probably convinced myself that I was ok to drive. Woken up with a massive hangover. And been pissed that I had to wake up early for Boosk’s soccer game at 11 this morning.
It was a beautiful sunny Saturday for soccer.
The kiddo scored 3 goals and was ecstatic.
This new kinda life isn’t so bad. 101 days.
71 days. 71 mornings without a hangover.
Days like today make me wonder why I ever spent so many years in the bottle.
Why I ever let something as trivial as alcohol steal so many days from me.
A coworker congratulated me on my 70 days last night, and asked what my long term plans were. I said I would have to get back to him when I knew.
I know I have another year or more of court order sobriety left. After that it is all up to my willpower.
Will I even crave it after a year and a half?
What will my life be then?
But in the meantime I am going to keep working out and eating healthy.
Living my day one day at a time.
Celebrating the small things.
And giving my son as many kisses and hugs as I possibly can.
“What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.”