Oh, Boy. What Did I Just Do?

So, I was doing my morning “trollin” of other blogs on Tuesday, when I came across this post by Michelle over at Mish Lovin’ Life. Now first, I’d just like to say that if you haven’t read her blog, do yourself a favor and go read it. She. Is. Hilarious. I swear you’ll thank me later for pointing you in her direction.

But now, back to the “Oh, Boy” part of my post. After reading that post on Tuesday, I foolishly accepted her 30 Day of No Alcohol challenge. This lady has some serious Jedi mind tricks up her sleeve because before I knew it, I was accepting. At first, I was like:

“Hell yea! I’m owning this challenge! I’m gunna make it my b**ch!”

Then I got home, and my kid was screaming and throwing things. She was crying and being so picky about who changed her diapers. Kicking me if she wanted her daddy to do it and vice versa. And there was so much whining. By the end of the night, I just wanted a glass of wine (or an ice cold Bud Light). As I was opening the fridge I remembered I wasn’t allowed. So, I closed the fridge and pouted away.

But do you really want to know what makes me question my sanity on this one? Another friend of ours is getting married on the 27th, and she’s Dutch. They know how to party, y'all! Not being racist either, because they really do. Anyway, a few weeks ago her brother told my husband and I about the alcohol list involved and the amount of kegs that would be present. We had a DD lined up, and I was so looking forward to getting a bit tipsy with friends. But now it looks like my hubs is the only one that will get to enjoy the free booze. Damn those Jedi mind tricks! Thankfully, since the last time I had alcohol of any kind was on Saturday, I’m technically on day 5! No biggie. Only 25 more days to go.