Spent the afternoon watching my peeps. Two days ago, our autistic grandson sustained a mild concussion. 48 hour window passed, so I played with them while parental units grabbed a nap. It felt AMAZING to be sober, present and able to help. Perfect encouragement for me to hold on to when I my village starts wanting a drink. The hug that sweet boy gave me....sister drove cars in a video game with her Papa in the back room. Good stuff.
I have actually craved a drink this last two days. Then got so mad at myself for EVEN DARE have that conversation. When I get so mad I cry....poor Mr3 sure didn't know what to think! He came back in from replacing a window in the greenhouse to crying, angry wet hen. He is a doll, actually. Lord knows his support is important to my sobriety.