I have been busy with my new job. Actually I have been to tired to get on line for a couple of days. My wife drank Thursday and Friday and I was just to tired to write about it. It was just the usual, no major fights but lots of little ones and just not having my wife there when it would have helped. Typical ‘life with an alcoholic’ stuff. The job is good, though. I am readjusting to being on my feet all day. That is taking a little time, but it is getting better every day.
Anyway, Sunday night she got hammered. It was her birthday on Thursday night and one of her dipshit co-workers (to be fair, I am sure the co-worker has no clue about my wife’s alcoholism) gave her a bottle of Skye Vodka. I could have thrown it out, but that seemed churlish and nasty and I just didn’t have the heart to trash her birthday present. So she saved it for today and killed just about the whole thing. Now it is time for me to go to bed, the kids are sleeping down here because we have air conditioning and it is hot as hell up in their bedroom. Now the little woman is drunk and passionate. (I wound up having to send the kids to bed upstairs and then only got three hours of sleep – Monday at work was a joy! Plus, half the time we were fighting – during sex! This was no fun at all. Okay, it was a little fun 
, but I would really like to kiss my wife without her reeking of vodka (although Skye isn’t nearly as bad as the rotgut she usually drinks) and I would like to be making love to the woman I married, not her drunken alter ego.)
