Mother Against Drunk Dad
I began with a Sazerac for I like straight rye whiskey. I then had a Johnnie Walker Red Label. a Pendleton, and a Dalmore. All were neat, and they all tasted very good. I had these drinks at a pub I use to visit before Ezra was born. And before -v- was pregnant, it was a place we use to frequent to drink and watch basketball. During the span of a year and half I began playing Futsal for one of the pub’s teams.
I had the four drinks after the Rye team won its first game of the Fall season. And after I experienced getting slammed in the balls for the first time in near twelve years. (I was deep heaving on the bench, and I actually had a flash thought of hope Ezra doesn’t experience many moments of getting hit in the balls.) …I need some whishey.
…So, I was home by 9. -v- and Ezra were on the sofa. I showered and brushed teeth. I sat by -v- and Ezra. -v- was crying tears of joy and sorrow at fading baby moments as the baby grows. (What -v- felt only -v- knows.) I photoed and videoed. After awhile, I was alone on the couch. -v- had left to ready for bed, and -v- put Ezra in his Fisher Price Newborn to Toddler Rocker, so Ezra was sitting.
Ezra became fussy. It was his I-am-getting-hungry fussy. A fussy that can be calmed by walking with Ezra and slightly bouncing at the waist. I usually begin to talk with Ezra. Sometimes I sing. I began to talk with Ezra and just as I was about to pick Ezra up -v- came down the stairs telling me I couldn’t hold Ezra because I had four drinks. She stated I wouldn’t pass breathalyzer test and if I wasn’t in the condition to drive that I wasn’t in any condition to hold Ezra. After talking, we agreed that I could hold Ezra while sitting on the bed.
…Now, I am still awake feeling the rush whiskey gives me. I am happy that in four to five hours when I am very much sober, but a bit slow, -v- will be more than happy for me to take and hold Ezra. Now, I am hoping that Ezra has a sleepy morning.