Sunday, January 19, 2014
January 19. Day 19. Hello Sunday Morning
To be clear, I am neither a teetotaler nor a member of the fun police I have had more than my fair share of Sundays I either don't remember or wish I didn't. But not so much any more.
I also admit that the prospect of a 16-year-old's birthday party last night made me want to spike my own mocktail. But i did not. At my age, there are enough mornings where I wake up feeling crap without creating more of my own. And "do as I say not as I do" is really not a parenting style that appeals. If you are going to preach responsible alcohol use to a young person rapidly approaching the legal drinking age you really need to model correct behaviour. So it's everything in moderation around here - if you can ignore my food consumption or obsessive need to take photos of people jumping into the pool that is ...