To drink or not to drink?

I've been following Stephanie Wilde Taylor's journey to giving up the mommy blogger's well-earned daily cocktail.

I thought it was interesting, but laughed it off.

Now I see a lot of myself in her story.

Maybe it's the stress of an unruly teenager and a husband, that's well, maybe a little too focused on his career and community image and power and less on his family's well-being. (oh, he provides well, that's not the problem).

Or maybe not.

Maybe it's my own flaw.

My escape. My little bit of paradise each day.

The problem?

I'd really like that paradise a little earlier each day.

I'd like that paradise to help me capture that feeling - you know the one - where you're on vacation and you find the perfect waterside bar with a deck and good friends.

The sun is warm and the drinks are cold and they taste...

Sweeter.
Cooler.
Lovely.
More tropical and sexy than any cocktail you drink at home.

But that glass of chardonnay at home in suburbia when you are tired of arguing with your teen and running interference with your husband and nagging your tween to clean up her room, and when you are avoiding your own chores.

Laundry. Dishes. Yard work. Dinner.


Never

ever

tastes as sweet.

That's why I know it's not the answer.

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