So at the start of this new year I decided, clearly quite foolishly, to be 'alcohol free' for the entirety of January. My glass of wine is the highlight of my day, signifying my wind down and kid free time and I have a glass (ok two!) every single night without fail so to give this up was a huge step.......
Well, I managed a week (no willpower obviously)!!! So now I have decided to only drink at the weekend (Friday is part of the weekend right?!).
Last Friday after one of THE most shocking weeks in my history of motherhood I decided I needed a bottle of wine and so after the afternoon school run (not sure why I decided to go WITH all the kids but I was obviously pretty desperate by this point) the kids and I all trundled into the supermarket-this in itself is no mean feat, trying to steer all 4 children past the vast display of Easter chocolate, sweets, books, crisps and balloon, prising items out of little hands and putting them back on any old shelf we were near......several tantrums later and armed with a bottle of wine (yay!) we were finally at the checkout and I was hoping for a hasty exit back out and merrily on our way home (where I could bask in the happiness of the bedtime countdown because I actually had wine tonight!) when the checkout operator ASKED ME FOR ID!!!!
I must have stared at her dumbfounded (remember it was Friday, I'd had a shocking week, I had 4 kids in tow, I was tired and haggard and have never looked further from my actual age let alone 18?!), she asked me again and I pointed out all my children scattered around me and sitting on the end of the checkout throwing all the leaflets on the floor, all of them who look very like me and the eldest of which is nearly 10 and extremely tall! She just said rather shirtily "Well for all I know you could have borrowed them in order to make you look older so as to be able to buy wine"
eh?! Have you met my kids (loud, boundless energy and at this point in the day particularly poorly behaved and absolutely filthy!)no one would 'borrow' them-in fact I'm pretty sure they'd rather go without the wine than do that!
Anyway, after much disagreement and an eventual showing of my driving license we were safely back in the car, wine safely in the boot.
Don't even get me started on what I would have done if I had been denied the wine!!! (I am making all alcohol purchases through online companies now so it is always there on a Friday chilled and waiting and no one will accuse me of 'borrowing' feral children ever again! (Well, until I forget the online order and the only thing for it is a mad after school dash!).
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