Crap. My 6yo daughter left the house in tears this morning, because of a little trinket she had given me for Mother's Day. It was a beautiful little cloth & watercolor painted clothing pin to wear. I don't even remember her giving it to me, which hints at how many glasses of wine I might have had at the time. At any rate, at some point after Mother's Day, I dropped it in the toilet (ahem, undoubtedly not sober then, either) and not remembering what it even was, I tossed it in my bathroom trash can. Episode forgotten. Until this morning when my daughter discovered it in the trash can. I told her why it was in there, at which point she said in a shocked voice me that she had made it specially for me for Mother's day. Oh yeah. What a slimeball mom. How many other times have I done stuff like that, that I don't even remember? At six, she's probably - hopefully - young enough that she won't remember this. But that will quickly change. I don't want my kids to look back on their childhood and talk about their "alcoholic mother!" This is huge motivation to stay sober next week. I feel like dog poop right now.
