Great post. It's amazing the work that goes into hiding our drinking. My days went like this...
Wake up and feel horrible. Check the calendar to see if I had to be anywhere, and be thankful when I could stay at home. Watch the clock...I need to get to the store before 2 so I can get started drinking well before my husband got home. Let's see, where can I hide this bottle? Make sure and go to the store that has the slimmer plastic bottles of vodka. Oh crap, there are 3 empties that need to be slipped into the garbage. Did I find them all? I can't remember.
Find a place to hide the bottle. But wait, put some in a water bottle and hide it somewhere upstairs so I can get to it after hubby is home. He's found some of my hiding places...I need new ones.
Get as much done for dinner as I can so I'm not looking "sloppy". Oh my, there's his phone call, he's on his way home. One quick drink before he pulls in the driveway.
And that's just the weekdays. Saturday & Sunday had their own bizarre dances.
Not drinking is much less work.