I was reading one of my favorite blogs (grinandbaerit.blogspot.com) and an event in my life just popped into my head. I quickly switched over to a draft page on my blog and got the basics written down. It took me weeks to get the feet to go with this piece. Thanks for the memory, Nicki.
As I was crawling down what seemed to me was a very long hall I had doubt that I would be able to make it. The room appeared to be spinning. Then two little feet come into view.
Although it caused me great pain, I gradually raised my chin and followed the legs up to the body and head that were attached to those small feet. They belonged to my young son, Gene. His six-year-old face looked concerned, his brow was wrinkled.
Although it caused me great pain, I gradually raised my chin and followed the legs up to the body and head that were attached to those small feet. They belonged to my young son, Gene. His six-year-old face looked concerned, his brow was wrinkled.
He got down on all fours, too, and said, "Mommy, are your sick?"
I moaned, "Mommy, has the flu" (which of course was a lie).
Slowly, I crawled into the bathroom and promptly released the gallon or so of Margaritas churning in my stomach. My wonderful son held my long hair back and uttered the words of reassurance that I used with my children under similar circumstances.
I felt SOOOOOO very guilty and VOWED that day never to drink Margaritas again. My son is 47 now and I doubt he remembers his mother's flu. Although, I am sure he has had experience with that particular flu.
Bowling night was never the same after that. I did modify my vow to never drink more than two Margaritas. I am sure the manager of the bowling alley was appreciative. When having only two Margaritas I thew less air balls than usual.
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Been there, done that! But not as bad. I only felt exhausted the next day. I also vowed not to have so much punch ever again. How can a mother actually take care of her kids when she feels so rotten? So I didn't. I switched to one or two (at most) then to either water or coke. Guilt can do wonders.
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This is wonderful. Down to two from how many?LOL
ReplyDeleteYou could never hold your liquor. I still remember that Giuliano junk you used to drink. UGH! No fun for a teenager.
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Hey, all of a sudden I have 3 Christian sites asking me to follow. Ok, not a problem as long as they are true to the word. However, I have to wonder why this happened so fast. Am I all of a sudden in need of saving.
ReplyDeleteWell, I have been saved, have been baptized, have been forgiven, and have been a faithful servant of God for years.
I do have to wonder why these invitations popped up when I put up a post that related a drinking incident in my earlier life. Hmmmmmmm!
teehee :) Cute story!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd no I don't eat sweet pickles with peanut butter lol ! But I do eat pickles with cheese!!
Oh dear! I see to recall a similar event after vodka and lime. I came by to thank you for your wonderful comment on my last post - it made me smile. I always appreciate your visits and always enoy mine here.
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