This part of my life is called……. work!
Get up, go to work, come home DIY till 2100, sleep, repeat.. 2 weeks solid. Fried head.
Somehow decided that I am a capable bathroom fitter and DIY specialist. Yes I can throw a tile on a wall, but do I really want to? Not anymore. Next time i’ll Be project managing only.
The house is a sty. A dusty mess of tools, timber off cuts and tile splinters. It feels like I’m making no progress at all. I am of course with every laid tile, but every time I crack a tile, or miscalculate my materials and have to shoot off to the DIY store, I cry a little bit inside.
But at least it takes my mind off having a beer. I literally couldn’t afford the time.
I’ll Be glad when it’s all done. I haven’t had a shower for 5 days. May need to get to the gym in the morning. Just to use the shower!
I am however looking forward to getting normal life back. Eating cooked food, showering, going to the gym etc.
But as ever looking for a lesson in things. Keeping busy is a key to sobriety.
When the mind is occupied then it doesn’t need sedating. You can’t build a bath end boxingin under alcoholic anaesthetic. Not well anyway.
So next time I have a strong urge for a beer, i’ll Just start ripping a kitchen out somewhere instead
Onwards and upwards