I guess it’s really no secret I like wine. I mean, I’ve planned a whole vacation around it. I even did one of those Facebook things at the end of 2009 about what my most used words in my status updates throughout the year were, and while all my other mom friends showed their kids’ names and the words “baby” and “child” in the top 5, mine listed “wine” in the top 3 and didn’t make any mention of “child” or “Kendall” until the bottom of the list.
Listen, it’s not like I’m drinking shiraz from any sort of sippy cup or bottle at 2 pm, but when 8 o’clock (okay, sometimes it’s as early as 6) rolls around and Scott’s got Kendall in the bathtub, I’m headed to pour a fat glass of wine (and a frosty beer most nights for Scott when we do the bedtime trade off). I rarely have more than one… a night. Isn’t that very European of me? I’ve heard it’s good for my heart, too. I totally do it for the health thing. Absolutely.
This morning I dropped Kendall off at Mother’s Day Out, where he happens to be in the same class as another little boy in our neighborhood play group. We’ve been meeting for a year and a half, and I just adore his mom. She’s charming, put together, runs marathons, and manages to not fall apart (at least not in public) while raising 2 kids less than 2 years apart. Seriously. I don’t know how she does it. I thought FOR SURE some sort of alcohol had to be involved.
Sadly, they’re moving soon, and I guess she thought of me as she was cleaning out her kitchen.
We passed each other in the hall of the church where the boys go to “school” and she turned and said to me, “Oh hey! I have some wine for you.”
To which I stopped in my tracks and was all, “Really???”
“Yeah. I have 2 bottles. Do you drink red wine?” she asked.
“Oh, Leah. I drink ALL wine. I don’t discriminate.”
“Oh, in that case, I might have 2 bottles of white for you at home, too.”
I followed her out to the parking lot, where she retrieved 2 lovely bottles of red from her SUV and handed them over to me behind the church.
“Some friends gave these to us and we just never had the time to drink them,” she said.
This does not compute. I can’t imagine not having time for wine. In my world, there’s always time for wine! For example, I may drink some while Kendall’s in the bath, I may drink some while I’m cooking dinner, I almost always drink some after Kendall’s in bed and I’m sitting on my ass, not washing dishes, watching American Idol or writing. I really owe a lot of unproductivity to wine, I think. Perhaps that’s why I’m so boggled how someone like her could keep everything together. Perhaps it’s the lack of alcohol that helps. Who knows…. I’m really not willing to experiment.
And that’s why I’ll always be *that* mom that other moms can bring their lonely, neglected bottles of wine to. I’m fine with that, really. It’s like I’m a shelter for stray bottles of wine. I promise to show them the love and attention they deserve. I promise to make time for them. I can arrange pickup at your home or, yes, even in the church parking lot.
Kendall is 3 days shy of 23 months old and I have 7.5 hours before I can indulge in a full glass of zinfandel