OK, so i knew this wasnt going to be easy, but this is nuts. Last night I had a dream that i was drinking, and I started to get drunk in my dream - crazy drunk. I must really be craving some booze. Also dreamed about smoking some pot. Very weird night.
But alas, I have held strong for three days, and the biggest test is still ahead of me. I've got the long weekend, which includes new years. So weekend, plus extra day, plus one of the top two drinking days of the year, plus I have trivia night at the pub tonight. Woe is me. For some reason, everytime, I think about this, all I can think about is the line from the Traveling Wilbury's song that goes "Everyday is just one day." Maybe not how the they intended it to be interpreted, but so what.
Shaan is doing well. He is home with his mother all this week, as she has the week off. I am coming into the office for a light schedule. He is of course having a blast. She is taking him somewhere everyday. Today they went to the Children's museum, where he got to paint amongst other things.
For the second night, he has had the book "the way back home" read to him - the one I got him for Christmas. I know he will love it one day, and it will become a bed time staple. His favorite right now is frosty the snow man. His mother hid it all year and brought it back out around thanksgiving. Thats dedication.
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