Isn't it ironic?

Ello mate! Top a the mornin to ya? Would ya care for a spot a tea? Maybe some coffee? 

LOL not sure if that's British or Australian but I gave it a shot! 

So, last night... After a repetitive argument over a repetitive issue I got to thinking about a few things that were mentioned. Such as, how I'm offered to unwind, relax and have a few cocktails on a regular basis but never seem to take up the offer. Like I'm too good to drink or something. 

First, that is not true. I love a deep margarita or a strong Alabama slammer with grenadine better than the next lady. Trust me when I say... There are numerous times I wish I could slip on in the nearest dive bar and get lost in fruity heaven. But... Oddly enough, the most stressful job I've ever had (being a momma!) and my reason for wanting alcoholic bliss is also the reason that I so painstakingly don't. 

If you know me at you know that I'm a little (lot) on the over thinker side. It's like brain doesn't stop. Meaning, in my head the scenario goes as this...

Just as I'm sucking down that last morsel of my 4th strawberry margarita with a sugar rim, enjoying the night out, the girls are at my moms and the caveman and I are having a blast... The phone rings and its my mom saying Thing 1 fell and broke her arm and they are at the ER... Yep, I would then have to either not go bc I'm three shades of lit up... Or... Show up and pray no one can smell the Jose seeping out of my pores. Not. Gonna. Happen. 

Now, I'm not saying its a bad thing to relax and enjoy a cocktail or two on a slow pace... But slamming em' and stumbling out of dive barely able to tell right from left. No thanks. 

Not only does the loss of self control and my surroundings not sound appealing at the least but I, like so many other moms know that just because the kids are away... Doesn't mean my responsibility stops. If they have a nightmare and want mommy, I want to be able to go and pick them up. If they get hurt. I want to be there. Sound mind. Clear thoughts. And a big heart. 

So, isn't it ironic that the point in your life where you can probably come up with every reason in the book to knock back a few... Are also the reasons why it doesn't sound appealing? I said goodbye to my red solo cup and hello to the sippy cup bc my late nights would rather be spent with the clear certainty and that I can always be there for my family :)