Yesterday was Day 75 of my Year Of Living Sober. It was a Tuesday.
As with yesterday’s post I’m starting (as opposed to finishing) today’s with a joke.
Here it is…
Little Booze Joke 75
A man carrying a cock walks into a bar and, pointing to his feathered companion’s tail says, “Give me one of them.”
Ba ha ha.
Geez I love a good laugh. And, whether or not you find that joke funny, I imagine you do too. Who doesn’t? Life can get serious, what with all the responsibilities of having to dress yourself, feed yourself and then have the self-control to make sure you don’t poop your pants on public transport. I mean surely I’m not the first to wonder, ”How come there isn’t a toilet on the bus?”
Or maybe I am the first to wonder that?
I guess what I’m trying to say is sometimes, when confronted with all the demands life can place on us, it’s important to be silly; you have to be able to laugh at yourself and your situation.
So that’s what I’m trying to do at the moment. As I try and balance my need to be a productive writer and provide for my family with the domestic responsibilities of adjusting to life with a newborn addition to our family of four (now) I’m doing my best to remember to see the lighter side of it all.
Without getting into the viscosity-, texture- and stink-difference between a five-day-old’s and a seventeen-month-old’s poo, and without disclosing the emotional rollercoaster my wife has been on since the drugs started wearing off (and the hormones started kicking in), suffice to say daddy is being pulled in multiple directions for feeding, cleaning and putting to bed duties; while daddy is himself five days overdue on beddy time.
I’m a zombie man; but still I gotsta write.
And despite what you might think, all this craziness hasn’t driven me back to drink. I may be juggling babies in a circus of my own making but I’m not sure boozing it up right now would help very much. Anyway, even if it would, I can’t imagine where I’d find a quiet enough corner in this mad house to down a bottle of wine.
Though I can imagine that given enough time—like say five minutes—I’d give it a good crack.
But that’s not going to happen. Not for another 290 days.
Oh yeah…today is Day 76 of my Year Of Living Sober.
It is a Wednesday.