Starting early

You know that Wet July I was talking about? Well, I thought I'd get an early start on Saturday night. After a stressful, emotion-filled week, The Man and I decided to just say, "To hell with it all!" and treat ourselves to a bottle of wine - and we determined to finish the whole bottle in one sitting.

I'm a lightweight. I'm a "One Glass Screamer", so after two very large glasses - or was it three - I was pretty merry. Very merry. Happily merry. Who cared about the issues and the problems? Not me! It was just nice to not care at all for a while. Transformers was on the TV and I was having fun watching it. My happy demeanour didn't stop me from recognising the pitiful acting though. The best actor in that movie is Optimus Prime. I love Optimus Prime. I have vague recollections of declaring that I was going to buy myself a piece of machinery and call it Optimus Prime................

Good grief! I was gone!

Thankfully, after passing out, I woke up feeling pretty normal. No headache, no hangover, no regrets. I guess that's what happens when you get tanked in the safety of your own loungeroom.

Dear readers, I'm not a drinker. At all. Sometimes......very rarely......I just like to check out for a while. As my kid's doctor said to me once, "Leisa, one child with medical issues causes untold stress on a family and a relationship. You've got four. Somewhere down the line you've got to crack."

Therefore, on Saturday, I checked out so I wouldn't crack. I'm already doing the counselling, so it's not as though the checking out is my only option.

Oh yes, and the bottle? A lovely Wyndham Vale Cab Sav.

Silly me.

Mental Health Day

Of all the things that I have lost it's my mind I miss the most.

I am on an enforced Mental Health Day today. My 21 year old daughter called my boss last night and organised it for me. She said, "Mum's not coming in tomorrow. She needs some time." Then she called my friend Pam and asked her to come over sometime today to have a chat.

Bless her.

This is the reason I stay in the place I work. They understand mental health days.

I hate the lengths the kids and I will go to....or feel we have to go to....to stay sane.

Finding a direction

Blogging is a curious thing. It's totally different to keeping an online diary. I find myself constantly searching for a direction in which to head - an underlying theme that I should stick to somehow...but this one is still a hotch-potch of whatever might be on my mind at any particular moment. I seem to be having a bit more success with my other blog over elsewhere. Six entries in and it seems to be shaping into a "My experiences of life with *insert genetic condition here*" blog. I don't know how that happened...but it's happening and I think I like it. I've even got a photo giving evidence of the said genetic condition. Go figure....Now all I have to do is keep writing along that theme and include anecdotes of daily life, incidents, accidents and dragged up memories of living and coping through the young years.

Maybe this blog is just the underlying blueprint for that blog whilst I sort myself out.

Dry July?

On the radio I've been hearing advertisements for "Dry July" - having an alcohol-free July.

I'm not a big drinker - in fact, I possibly have a dry month most months. So, I'm thinking of having a "Wet July" and buying myself a few bottles of red wine and have one glass each night for the duration of July 2011. Maybe I might make it my goal to try at least four different kinds of red wine over the whole month.

Hooray for random, stupid goals! Sometimes I think I am entirely too serious. Sometimes I need to just say, "To hell with it all! I'm being totally flippant for a while!"