Workit Health Being Mom and Alcoholic

I thought I was smarter than the booze.

I am one of those people who, five minutes into an episode of Criminal Minds, is convinced I know who did it. I would shout out, triumphant, “It’s the UPS guy!” and my husband would groan and leave, the show ruined. I was usually right. I prided myself on always being a step ahead.

I thought this should also apply to my drinking, even though alcoholism hangs on every branch of my family tree. My father, who is now over forty years sober, once told me to regard liquor like it was used chewing gum stuck to the bottom of a desk. I ignored this visual, and imbibed, regularly. Surely, I am a very separate branch on my messed up family tree. Surely, I am smarter than an inanimate material. Surely, I’m not an addict, like my father, or, like my brother, or nearly every other leaf in our messed up ancestry.

So, it might surprise you to know that in college, I didn’t drink like an alcoholic. I drank like a college kid. I learned to appreciate Keystone Light and concoctions at frat parties called “Trashcan Punch.” For my twenties and thirties, I still didn’t drink like an alcoholic. I did wine tastings and bought a martini shaker, and weathered a bad break-up, all without red alcoholic flags fluttering at me.

And then, I got married and gave birth to two adorable, funny little boys that have blessed my life in a million ways. I had everything I ever wanted: a loving husband, a great job, and two kids.

And that’s when I started to drink like an alcoholic.

I love my boys. But, it seems, my perception of mothering didn’t quite match up with reality. It’s easy to identify the obvious triggers: my children are chaotic, messy, loud, and nutty at an Olympic level. At the end of the day, a nice dry glass of red wine was all I needed to combat the nutty.

Now, enter Facebook, the gateway drug for tired moms with possible drinking problems. I live and “like” in the era of Funny Mom Memes about Wine. Social media was practically shouting at me that moms drinking chardonnay was medicinal, as if motherhood was some sort of infectious disease. As a result of all this, I began downing nightly glasses of You Deserve This while I binged on Netflix and folded fifty-thousand diapers.

Now, enter Facebook, the gateway drug for tired moms with possible drinking problems. I live and “like” in the era of Funny Mom Memes about Wine. Social media was practically shouting at me that moms drinking chardonnay was medicinal, as if motherhood was some sort of infectious disease.

Last May, I spotted a few posts on Twitter about giving teachers parting gifts of wine. The bottles were labelled, “I’m the Reason You Drink” with a picture of a sweet toddler. I get the joke, but these funny memes and pictures still sting.

Yes, my drinking went off the charts after my boys were born. But, it wasn’t them. It was simply me, all along. Even though my alcoholic drinking didn’t show up until my forties, my alcoholic behaviors, minus the booze, had been around since I was a child. My family, and the isolation and stress, just added more coal cars to my loaded train headed to Margaritaville. The guilt and self-loathing that I buried beneath tequila and limes each night only made the train run faster.

The isolation of parenting created for me this perfect bubble of despair. It meant drinking, alone, in rapidly increasing amounts, for the first three years of my children’s lives. It meant sickness, and fear, and insomnia, and anxiety, and depression, and weight gain, rage, and eventually, liver and kidney pain. It meant hiding vodka bottles in my closet and laundry room. It meant suicidal thoughts on a daily basis.

It meant insanity.

I couldn’t quit drinking. I had finally found myself outsmarted by the alcohol. Even with my great husband and kids and life, and without ever getting arrested or blacking out and ending up in Vegas, or any of that stuff that belongs on an Intervention episode, I had, very quietly, and very successfully, drank myself into full blown addiction.

And so, I got sober. I am in recovery, forever. Now I have two kids, a husband, a great job, and no wine bottles clinking around in my closet anymore. Some moms would say parenting two crazy kids without wine is impossible, but I am proof, every day, that my life is better without it.

Some moms would say parenting two crazy kids without wine is impossible, but I am proof, every day, that my life is better without it.

I am not smarter than the alcohol.

And once I realized that? I was free.

Dana Bowman is a wife, a mother, a teacher, a writer, a speaker, and a runner, all simultaneously.  The writing is only possible because her family donates loads of material. An English teacher for over twenty years, she decided to take up a writing career while mothering two babies, because she had so much free time. Her writing has been awarded first prize from both the Evangelical Press Association and the Associated Church Press. Her book was selected as a Kansas Notable book in 2016.  She was thrilled to be asked by Central Recovery Press to write a book about moms in recovery. Bottled: A Mom’s Guide to Early Recovery, available now on Amazon, took exactly nine months to write. It is her third baby. It is much less demanding. You can also check out her blog here: https://momsieblog.com/

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2 Comments

  1. Anne
    March 16th, 2017


    Loved this, and your book. Thank you for your honesty. Your very inspirational.

  2. Josie Schuster
    March 23rd, 2017


    Well done Dana! I also lost major control after my son was born. He was severely colicky and being single, the stress drove me straight to the bottom of many many bottles. I relate 100%. My son is now 10 and I’ve been sober 6 1/2 yrs. He doesn’t remember the days that I drank. Now our life is blessed in so many ways, but only because I was willing to put down the bottle and find new ways of coping with life. 🙂
    Many blessings to you and your boys!

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