I have said numerous times this week, "I don't know how I don't have a drinking problem yet."
I have said this tongue and cheek.
There really is no need to form an intervention. Really.
And I certainly don't want to make light of some one's struggle with such vices.
But seriously, people.
If you knew the crap-storm that has been my last three weeks, this one included, you might wonder the same thing.
I said this to my wonderful teammates, today, as we were lining kids up after recess, the time of year we should all enjoy, but that create a whole host of problems, namely, "SHE DID THIS, HE DID THAT, SHE LOOKED AT ME FUNNY, MY TOE/FINGER/KNEE/HEAD/WHOLE BODY HURTS, WHEN IS IT TIME TO GO HOME whine-fest.
"How have I NOT developed a drinking problem!?"
I hissed this at one of my teammates as we were walking to the front of the line.
And then it hit me.
I'm fat. Holy crap! I am FAT!
I don't have a drinking problem because I have an EATING problem.
That is good to know.
Knowing is half the battle, right?