Guilt kept me awake last night. I was wracked with it.
I’ve done something akin to letting my 10-year watch Game of Thrones or smoke or go to the mall with a full face of make-up.
I taught her how to make cocktails.
*hangs head in shame*
I didn’t mean to do it, but she wore me down.
She’d been pestering me for days, ever since I came home from work with a proper cocktail-making kit.
She was totally fascinated by all the shiny pieces.
So I gave in and showed her how to make a virgin mojito. She muddled the mint leaves and sugar and fresh lime juice together then shook herself up a delicious concoction.
And I suppose the sin wouldn’t have been too bad if I’d stopped at that point. But, no, I got her to make me an espresso martini.
And now – belatedly – I’ve realised that’s NOT in the good parenting manual.
It reminds me of the night we took the 12-year-old to the hospital when she was a toddler because she’d been vomitting after tripping over her dad’s ugg boot and hitting her head on the corner of the wardrobe … And then finding an old baby bottle of milk under the sofa and drinking it …
That trailer trash tale got the DOCS alarm bells ringing for hospital staff as they asked us to retell the story a couple of times, searching for inconsistencies …
At least that incident was an accident.
Yesterday, on the other hand … I just don’t think things through sometimes.
My weekend has featured a few guilty moments.
You’d think I’d have a bit more common sense at 48. But no, I’m like a bull in a china shop. I blithely crash about, then survey the damage and think WHAT HAVE I DONE and beg for forgiveness and have insomnia for a week.
Though, it was a very good espresso martini, just needed a bit more foam on top …
Please don’t call DOCS.
Song of the day: Elvis “All shook up”
housegoeshome 
I’m just glad I’m not alone!! Big hugs let go of the guilt and try to catch some zzzzzz’s
Not sure I’m capable of letting go of guilt.
You have to and you need to work out whether it is guilt (behaviour) or shame (self) lol. Shame is much harder to leave behind than guilt.
Now there’s a hairy one.
Start as you mean to continue I always say. What a wonderful bit of work experience.
True, hadn’t thought about bar work helping pay her way through uni.
ALL those shiny bits, indeed! I remember being fascinated by them, too, as a kid. Dad had a cocktail set in his pseudo timber-look laminex bar at home.
But an Espresso Martini? BAD SQUIDGY!! 🍸🙄😂🍹
She loves a recipe.
Well, at least she can now get a bartender job when she does the London gap year thing.
Had to laugh, though. Reminds me of Sally Draper in Mad Men fixing her father an Old Fashioned. Mad skillz.
p.s. Writing this at 4.43am. Insomnia. Every. Night.
I woke not long after that this morning. And all these THOUGHTS and FEELINGS made getting back to sleep impossible.