By Jen Butler
Original Source: mother.ly
I was a gray area drinker. A wine mom who sought comfort and validation in kitsch and memes that enshrined alcohol as a Swiss Army knife to survive the wilderness of motherhood: easy to use, and appropriate for any and every situation that may arise.
I drank in good times and in bad, in celebration and stress and sadness. Sometimes I got drunk, but mostly I didn’t—except on Friday nights, when an entire bottle of sauvignon blanc was my “treat” for “surviving” the week.
Because that’s what motherhood felt like, especially in those early years after my two kids were born 26 months apart: pure, raw survival.
I didn’t have the energy to exercise or the patience to meditate. I couldn’t…click here to continue reading