It all started a few days before July. I was telling my husband that I thought it was funny (and maybe a wee bit not so funny) that most of the lady bloggers I follow and network with regularly feature wine in their jokes, comments, pictures, stories, and work.
I do it too. I joke constantly about my need for a glass a wine. This quip is generally a follow up to some snarky one liner about the shenanigans that my children have been up to. Looking through my Twitter account I’ve used the following hastags in recent weeks: #winenow #WTHwheresthewine #wineoclock #whineywinetime
To be fair, I really don’t drink that much wine. I was pregnant for 9 months followed by a solid year of nursing that my son is just now beginning to wean from. So, my #wineoclock attitude was more for laughs and for making exaggerated points about how crazy my kids make me.
But I do drink a glass of the sweet libation when I write. I always have. It would not be a stretch to say that without a glass of wine by my side it takes much longer for me to hit my creative strides while clacking away at the keyboard.
My husband knows this weakness. So he bet me $200 that I couldn’t make it through the month of July without wine.
The first week went well. Wine. Psht…this would be the sweetest and easiest $200 I’ve ever made.
The second week was not so great. We had lots of medical stuff to deal with for our oldest son and it was beginning to get to me emotionally and mentally.
And then my second son turned one. A truly marvelous celebration. And I really wanted a glass of wine to sip while I told the 2,894 stories of his first year.
And then I found out that my work was accepted for publication in a mom-lit humor anthology out of an amazing publishing house in San Francisco.
Seriously? No wine?
And now I am staring at my calendar that is marked up in so many red circles for writing deadlines and debut’s that I am wondering if perhaps this bet was stupid on my part.
The upside to this #insanelystupidbet2014 is that I lost a whopping 10 pounds. I’m drinking tons of water and I started working out again. Hey, if I can’t enjoy a nightcap with my writing then why not sweat and eat kale, right?
There are 12 days left to this bet and I feel OK about it. I hit that place when a habit becomes unlearned and I can feel myself transitioning into this new habit of not drinking wine anymore.
So, I just have to ask. Is it blasphemy for a Mom Blogger to not drink?