I was really, deeply worried about making it through the 4th without drinking. It was like a looming catastrophe all week. Again, in case you missed my constant yammering and obsessing, the 4th in my tiny town is a LEGENDARY drinking occasion. However, I was prepared. I had Kombucha, coconut water, diet coke, seltzer and pie on hand. I was only around a couple of folks who were drinking (mostly before 10AM at the parade- Yikes!) and I was fine. A friend even stopped over this afternoon, PBR in hand. I think he was hoping to find folks to be a little drunk and silly with but instead he found us with our iced coffee and Kombucha. He was the only one drinking and I think he was more uncomfortable than we were. Bonus, I remember ALL of the conversation I had with said friend and it was a nice visit. The parade was lovely, the fireworks were lovely. I think the kids had a good day. My sweet hubby and I had one meltdown over my insomnia (hello? I would totally sleep if I could!) but it lead to a really good talk. All in all, I made it through to sit here peacefully with my tea and my computer to tell you all about it. I am proud and relieved.
One side note: I was prone to fits of rage, usually yelling, when I drank. I always chalked it up to the drinking. Today, however, I encountered my little rage monster completely sober. I took my six year old out on the hill behind our house to see more fireworks while my hubby put the little one to bed. It was completely dark and there were people everywhere. Three morons came through on a makeshift dirt road, driving way too fast. I was alone with my six year old and it really scared him. I got so pissed at one lovely lady in an SUV I very nearly chucked my flashlight at her shiny oversized vehicle. Instead, I screamed at her to slow down. Hmmm… Rage monster…Something to keep an eye on.