So you know the other day? The other day when Lil had seventy five tantrums and I was going to break and neck a bottle of wine? Well, I did. I broke so hard and drank a whole bottle. Now before you all turn up at my door with pitch forks, a night off was allowed. It's in the rule book. But in return I had to donate £15. Christ, I would have donated £100 for a glass of wine. That is how bad it was.
I won't lie and say I felt bad because I didn't, I was in a sorry state by the fourth tantrum of the day. And then she spat on the carpet.
I'd gone seventeen days without a drink, that is an achievement in itself (for me). The fact you are given a golden pass when you sign up to start the Dryathlon is genius, bloody genius and I'm pretty sure it saved my sanity. But I'm back on the wagon for the rest of the month and determined not to let that kid break me again.
At least not until February 1st...