You can’t be sober and turn 40 on the same day. It’s wrong for so many reasons.
Mr. O is out at his work Xmas party. I’ve had chips and wine for dinner. Maybe a chocolate bar for dessert? So much for the vegetables that logical me recommended this morn.
Today was a terrible yet wonderful day. I cried a lot about being 40 (you can read the last post, it explains why). Although, lunch out with Mr. O is one of my fav things to do and wine is one of my fav things to drink.
I know I’ll feel worse tomorrow from the wine. Sometimes I can justify it. Unfortunately, Booze always wakes me up at 2 am. Night Crazies, I call it. Not looking forward to those. Sometimes it’s worth it. Sometimes I don’t need the wine for Night Crazies. Sometimes not taking care of myself or stress is enough. Sometimes Night Crazies leave me terminally ill or living in a box on the side of the road. Sometimes I repeat something I said to someone, over and over and over again. Something that they might have perceived the wrong way or that might have been inappropriate. (This usually stays with me until I see that person, have a normal interaction with them, confirming that we’re all good!). But sometimes I just worry about Penguins not having knees or Sea Lions having sore bellies. You just never know what the Night Crazies will bring.
I’m hoping 40+1day brings less irrational concerns. I doubt it will.
But, if this is the beginning of a mid life crisis, please note that I’m too cheap to buy a sports car and too tired to fool around with a younger man, so for now I’ll just drink lots of wine…..worked for my 30s, should work for 40s!? Only time will tell. Stay tuned.
Another glass of wine? Don’t mind if I do!