We had a great party last night. Far too much alcohol was consumed and it took all the strength I could muster not to stop my father falling into the Christmas tree whilst dancing with me. He was trying to spin me around – with his broken arm!! I danced with all my children. Lovely.
The advantage of being born into a family of alcoholics, is that I have the ability to come up with a perfectly good reason as to why I can’t give up drinking for the month of January. It is my Grandmother’s funeral next week and she would be appalled if I didn’t have a drink at her wake. Therefore, I have decided instead, that I will only have a drink if there is an “event”. However, I have already managed to persuade myself that even feeding the children their supper could be elevated to an “event” worthy of a glass of wine, without much effort. Hopeless. I have a hangover and I’m already working out how to get around my NY’s resolution.
My 12 year old daughter woke me up this morning saying “can I get knocked-up?” and I was thinking “please tell me you are talking about a film and not your new year’s resolution to be an under-aged mother.
