I make fun of the fact that I've come to understand alcoholism since becoming a mom.
It sounds like I am disdaining motherhood. But really, I am praising alcohol.
Really, though, wow. When consumed within reason, it is really a godsend. After a long day of keeping it together (or trying to), of attempting to satisfy multiple people's needs, of fulfilling a myriad of responsibilities, wearing "the professional mask," nothing is better than a beer or a glass of wine at dinner to just unwind, and let it all go: the pretense, the effort, the mind-race, the pressure.
And when I have a drink, I laugh more, I enjoy my kids more, I am a better mom because I am more relaxed.
I do see why it is a fine line between drinking for some peace, unwinding at the end of a stressful day, and drinking to escape reality. And if it weren't for hubby who is really anal about the latter, I think I might actually have to be careful. Thankfully, though (I think), I doubt it will ever get out of hand, because hubby will be there to keep me in check.
For the time being, cheers! :)