A Look Back.

by Stefanie Wilder-Taylor

 

I was checking my blog, investigating my old habits, trying to pinpoint where it all went a little off the tracks and I found this entry which kind of made me laugh but also made me think a little bit. I am reprinting it for you here with some current notes in parentheses. Enjoy or judge. Whatever…

 

I'm tired. That kind of tired like you've just done two shots of Nyquil tired. Oh wait, I did take some Nyquil. Do you ever have a cold and you take Nyquil but then you kind of keep taking it for way longer than you probably need to? But each time you think to yourself, well, sure my cold is almost imperceptible now but it would be beneficial to just make sure I get the best night sleep possible. And then before you know it, you've gone through like six bottles of Nyquil. On the bright side, at least you now have a complete set of those little cups. They can be reused for shooters. (Hmmm…the six bottle part was a joke but I did really like my Nyquil even before I ever thought about quitting drinking)

 

Nyquil is some good shit. At this point, besides pinot grigio, Nyquil's about as hard as it gets. Oh and the heroin but everyone does that. ONLY SNORTING not shooting up, my God. (Okay, the heroin part is true but I stand by that. I’m not a nun, people! A girl’s gotta unwind)

 

So, I'm getting over this cold, and a friend wanted to go out and celebrate the fact that I just got booked on a little TV appearance which I'll tell my four readers about when it gets closer if it happens for sure! That's cool right? Anyway, it's a girlfriend of mine who's pretty straight laced but then she invites another friend who likes to do a little coke --something I haven't done in 20 years --and another "friend" of the coke lover who probably is the one who deals the coke. Now, I'm tired as I've already told you. And having given my daughter a bath, I'm in my bathrobe. Nobody wants to go out with a couple of coke fiends when they have a baby and are already in their bathrobe am I right? Can I get a whoop whop? (Here’s why I was a drinking problem waiting to happen for so long…laziness. Pure laziness. If I’d gotten out more, I might’ve done more drinking, but I rarely left the house and I wasn’t yet used to drinking wine at home by myself or with my husband) Here's the kicker, while I'm deciding whether to even think about getting off the couch and into a pair of jeans to go meet the ladies at a Mexican restaurant about fifteen minutes away, my husband says, "please don't get carried away and do any coke." WHAT? Screech, record scratch.

 

jmmoore321
10.09.09

I think it's great to laugh about your mistakes and learn from them! And I'll admit-nothin is better than a good night's sleep, and nyquil sure can do it for ya!

akrile
09.25.09

Steve GH and mom2five -
Did you actually read the column? Do you actually READ her column regularly? My guess is a big NO to both of these. Stefanie is a comediane and writer - and also successfully staying on the wagon...read some of her recent columns. She IS fit to raise children and she IS an entertaining humorist. She shares honest insights into her life and does so with self-deprecating humor. So, please, refrain from commenting here unless you are going to check your facts and comment about actual content in the articles.

mom2five
09.22.09

Wow steve,that was kind of harsh! While I agree about the ignorance of using a drug while having children is repulsive, I actually do hope this writer does wise up and see that its not about her anymore and raise her kids better than that. No self-respecting parent wants to hear that poor kids are having to deal with someone who puts their needs first. So 'mom' while you cannot erase your past,don't be a moron and get it together!

SteveGH
08.26.09

Wow, you're a moron, and you need to know this. I would tell you only that you're ignorant, but it obviously goes a lot deeper than that. And really, you don't sound like you're exactly fit to raise a child. Especially, trying to justify using heroin. I feel sorry for your children, knowing they're going to grow up with no common sense, because I know you won't be giving them any.