Hi guys
Back again and this HAS to be it now. Yesterday as Sausage said, it was Mothering Sunday, I cooked a big roast lunch but ate barely any of it. Just drank a bottle of sparkling wine. Then took the kids to our local pub/soft play and I had 3 more large glasses of wine. I ended up collapsing and having a panic attack and had to be taken to hospital. Luckily my friend was also there and she took my kids home with her whilst my husband came to hospital in the ambulance with me. They released me pretty quickly but I am absolutely mortified. Some mother I am huh.
I can't remember who said it - Lav or Byrdie I think but someone said you just have to completely take AL off the table and make it so it's just not an option anymore. This is going to have to be me, I can't live like this anymore.
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