Today is day 4. success again! I'm proud of myself, a somewhat unfamiliar feeling, and I like it. No strange dreams last night, which was nice. Seems my body wants to substitute a new addiction to sleep in place of alcohol though
I'm okay with that.
I did take one Xanax late in the evening. I was getting grumpy over little things and didn't want my wife and son to pay any consequence.
The situation with my stepdad and helping my mom along will certainly bring much heartache and stress, but with each passing day, I'm less worried.
And where I was pretty much setting myself up for failure last weekend... I'm embracing the challenge of this weekend. I have a card game tomorrow that used to be an event I'd get smashed every time. Not this time. I thought about sipping a beer so as not to seem "obvious" to the crowd (I've never had a problem with beer, only liquor) but... even though I feel I could pull it off, I'm not going to. I would feel like I've "cheated" my day count.
Thank you all again for your continued words of encouragement and support.