I'm going to have to say good-bye to wine on weeknights.
I've been in denial for a while, because I love my wine, but the truth is that it exacerbates my exhaustion from the workday.
Sure, it's nice at first to get that warm, relaxed feeling, but, when dinner is finished and it's time to get the kids rounded up for bed, it often takes a bad turn.
The transition from dinner to bed is a hard one for our kids. It seems that someone turns their hyper dials way up, and as soon as we say, “Time to brush your teeth!”, they run around the house, not listening to a word we're saying.
Then I raise my voice at them. Then, when they're finally listening, I snap at them.
That glass of wine just seems to relax me too much and it pushes me past the point where I can gather any patience to get through bed time. The wine takes me to a happy place and I'm resentful that I have to come out of it.
So, to get through the bed time routine without losing my head, I will have to be a weekend-only wine drinking woman.