Day Seven

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Busy day with housework and the kids was a good distraction. Several times, my usual thoughts of "I can't wait until I can make my first drink!" popped into my head, but I pushed them away and stayed busy. I've made it a week. I'm by no means living blissfully, but my wobbly sobriety legs are starting to feel more steady. More tea, yeah, more tea and then off to bed.

I haven't thrown up in a week and I had a cup of coffee this morning and I didn't have any jitters. Progress, I guess?

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