MINDFUL Drinking?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

(From March 2021) For Fuck Sake. No!! I got an add on FB for Mindful Drinking (I will no longer see this one. I vehemently hit HIDE AD). Want a mindful drinking habit?! STOP. Another example of how marketing fucks with us. After years of “I’ll drink only on weekends”; No pre-gaming; “Just three tonight”;

Just a break

(From February 2021) My life is good. Amazing husband, two boys I adore. A job that supports us. A roof over our head. But I’m still tired. Tired of parenting in a pandemic. The word “Mom” is uttered 7 times before I’m fully through the door. The boys, my husband, the dogs…they all need my

As Big as the Sun

(From January 2021) Day 103: I’m “Mumma Doesn’t Drink” so naturally I’m finding that some of my truest joy comes from moments with my little boys. Moments that I’m present for. Moments that I can press the Pause button on and really savor. I couldn’t wait to celebrate 100 days AF, but it ended up

Playing catch-up

The best laid plans…. I really did intend to use this blog to log my thoughts and wonderous epiphanies <wink wink> on the daily. Mummadoesnstdrink was going to be my digital journal of all things gratitude and alcohol-free “one day at a time”. Alas, this blog has been sitting in the background, while I go

Day 37: SCIENCE, PEOPLE!

Don’t worry. I’m not going on some “mask vs. no mask” rant or hashtag stay-the-fuck-home preach. I’m here to talk science of the body and its functioning. Physiology, baby. So, on my Day 2 I learned how I inflamed my liver with excessive vodka shots. My liver levels were borderline in June 2020. By Sept

The wheels on the bus…

Day 25 🙏. I put my little boys on the bus to in-person school today. This is the first time my oldest goes back to school since March 16 2020. And today is my youngest’s first day in Kindergarten. He gets to ride the bus with his big brother! We’ve been waiting years for this

I gave my kids cavities

Bear with me. I took my 5-yr-old to the dentist last Thursday for his regular check-up. All was going well. He sat still, joked with the hygienist, and got a glowing report on his healthy gums. Nice! Then came the X-rays. After a few minutes of review, the dentist came back to talk to me.

Red Wedding

I love Clare Pooley’s “The Sober Diaries”. She’s amazing. She is so witty. Not in the least condescending. When I read her Day 0, I laughed. She writes about how she looked down at her coffee mug filled with the remnants of a wine bottle…at 11AM. It said “World’s Best Mum” on the outside of

“Mumma doesn’t drink…”

“Hey Mumma! How come Daddy has a beer bottle, but you don’t?” I looked into my seven-year-old’s giant, blue eyes. He was sincerely curious. We were hosting a party in our backyard. I surveyed the scene while I gripped a lime seltzer in my hand. Our guests were lazily swinging beer bottles that reflected the