Why Mommy Drinking Culture Has to Go
I'm really excited to be included in this article on mommy drinking culture for the Toronto Star.
"I’m grateful that I kicked my addiction to alcohol before I had a child. Bedtime in our house can sometimes take two and a half hours and I often think of how agonizing it would be if I were itching for a drink. It’s filled with cute and frustrating moments: helping my son put on his choo-choo-train jammies, asking him (again) to brush his teeth, cozying up for storytime as he asks endless questions about whichever book we’re reading. My answers would be quicker, my patience would be thinner—I’d be trying to hurry up time. What would I miss if I were dreaming of that bottle of wine waiting for me on the kitchen counter?
I remember, with eerie clarity, the last night I drank. My ex-husband and I were meeting another couple at Union Restaurant on Ossington in Toronto. I was so fixated on getting the server’s attention to order more wine that I could barely focus on the conversation in front of me. I smiled and nodded like I was listening, but I was completely preoccupied with filling my glass.
That was nine years ago; life has changed considerably."
Read the full piece here.