Friday, 7 August 2015
Day 90 - Not My Circus....Not My Monkeys....
Yay! Day 90!
One huge benefit to this sober thing, is the ability to deal with the daily "drama" that life throws at you without 1. Overreacting to it and 2. Contributing to it
Today is not only day 90 of sobriety for me, but also Day 11 of BF#2's visit.
My patience is wearing thin, and although I have not even thought about running for wine, I have been locking myself away in my office, with a note on the door that says
"Working. Do not disturb unless you have coffee".
Inside the office, you can hear me chanting..
"Not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys"
Here's a small excerpt of the daily drama....
Dramatic Scene 1. WB, Mr.WB, BF#1, Mrs BF#1 and BF#2 sit around pretend camp fire.
BF#1, obnoxiously drunk, refers to Mrs BF#1 by his ex-wife's name. An awkward silence, as Mrs BF#1 exits the scene stage left, muttering "I've had enough of this F**king bullshit"
BF#1 follows, raised argumentative voices....fading out...
WB exits stage right, goes to bed to read book (about Mrs Thatcher, actually it's quite good)
Dramatic Scene 2.
Dusk.WB, Mr WB & BF#2 arrive home from pub (WB driving the truck, as Mr.WB begins to appreciate the benefits of her sobriety)
Arrive in the driveway to hear raised voices (more like screams) from next door, as very drunk BF#1 and Mrs. BF#1 duke it out on their deck.
WB exits stage right, goes to bed to read book. (I didn't know that Mrs Thatcher had a sister! Muriel!)
Dramatic Scene 3.
WB in bed with Mrs Thatcher.
Loud knock on the front door. Crying and sobbing can be heard from Mrs BF#1 as it becomes apparent that BF#1 has gone on a drunken rampage in his truck!! WTF??
She wants one of us to drive around looking for him.
Sounds like a really bad idea!!
WB (realizing that she is the only one who is stone cold sober, and therefore the only candidate for the proposed rescue expedition, hurriedly turns off the light and shoves Mrs Thatcher under the covers)
Stay tuned for more dramatic, alcohol-fuelled scenes...
I am so thankful that I am no longer drinking. Apart from a few days of PAWS, I have managed to stay calm and keep my sense of humour.
Every so often though, if you listen carefully, you can hear me chant under my breath "not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys...."
Have a wonderful Friday,