Like pretty much every mother I know – heck, like pretty much every adult I know – I quite often like to partake of a nice cocktail, glass of wine, or beer at the end of a hard day’s work. It’s always seemed like a fairly common and acceptable thing to do, and so I’ve never given that behavior much serious thought, to be perfectly honest.
Well, not until now, at least.
You see, my dear friend (and, full disclosure, fellow Babble writer) Monica of The Girl Who wrote a post the other day about her own drinking that I’ve been turning over and over in my mind ever since. Her words, and those of her commenters, forced me to begin reevaluating my own behavior and use of alcohol. Silly as it sounds, I went so far as to peek at some Symptoms of Alcoholism online, trying to secure some sort of objective and unbiased confirmation that I am, indeed, in the clear relative to booze.
