Yet another blogging mummy

 Hello my dear friends and readers, let me just get my cup of tea... I want to celebrate the fact that I have maintained my sobriety for 60 days. It wasn't easy, I will tell you that. In fact, for the first month, my newly 4 year old daughter became a demon. Almost as if she knew that this was the time to do it, because Mummy isn't self medicating every night anymore. She was a feral, non sleeping, manipulative, whining, non eating, little monster who held her bowel movements just to add a little poison to the already toxic ointment.  But then, just as suddenly and miraculously, she changed. Within the last two weeks, she has, as everyone said she would "gotten better". "It will get better," everyone said to me when I showed up to anything looking like I'd been dragged across an 8 lane motorway during rush hour and then trodden underfoot by a herd of stressed out Buffalo who are late for an important meeting. I would look at them through the one eye that

Today is the first day that I have felt better after my third (or fourth? I've lost count) bout of Covid. Or, the 'vids, as we like to say around this house. I have had it four days, and it's not been fun. My husband has been working full time, taking care of me, taking care of our 4 year old daughter (who, by the way, seems to be super talented at knowing the exact moment when one of us is sick and the other is exhausted, and goes completely feral) and cleaning the house in the few minutes free he has here and there. I'm still pretty tired, and need to be careful that I don't overdo it, but it's a downhill slope from here I believe. Still haven't had a drop to drink for, now, 50 days. That's a long, long time for me!