Friday we went to a party, leaving S with a babysitter, and D at her friend’s house. The Friday party was the usual hard drinking crowd that she used to hang out with. I spent a lot of time observing as a sort of social experiment. I have been puzzling over the amounts and their effects. And I like the people in general so it was easy to be at ease. After a while I could tell she was effected but couldn’t tell about the rest. They were all still drinking when I left. Strangely enough I think she might have had less than usual. (I don’t try to count, I just go by behavior). Anyway we picked up D and headed home and the two of them had a surprisingly deep and useful conversation on the way home. It didn’t blow up.
When we got home though she’d received a crisis email that needed dealing with. The annoying part was that she was so focused on this that she kept talking to me about it while I was trying to settle up with the babysitter. Not that I didn’t care. I just wanted to wait 10 minutes. After the crisis, another glass of wine, and some outdoor smoking, everyone went to bed.
Saturday night was another party at our good friend’s house while D went to her own party. It was more of a dinner party style. I spent most of the time keeping S occupied with toys in another room, which I don’t mind really since I’m not good at parties anyway. Two things though. As I’m trying to get us ready to go she’s in “holding court mode” and still drinking. As another couple is leaving I hear “…well you know how she is once she’s into ..” and then I got a slightly guilty look directed at me. No idea if they were talking about her or not.
On the way home (it’s a long drive) S was talkative but then settled down. I think he’d have gone to sleep except she was being very loud. When we got home he was almost asleep but she was still going so I said I’d take him with me to pick up D (another long drive). I was afraid that if he went in with her it’d be a long time before he got to sleep. So I dropped her off and took him with me. He was dead asleep in about 3 minutes. I picked up D and we got home. There was a fresh glass of wine out.
Sunday evening she poured out the remainder of the two open bottles. They probably needed dumping having been open for a while but I wondered if this was symbolic. She didn’t touch it Sunday and made a nice dinner while we were out at the usual Sunday night thing.
Monday night… pretty sure I know what’s going on. I’m home with the kids.
