When “mommy needs a drink” isn’t funny anymore
There was no social media when my mother began her descent to the bottom of the bottle. No Martini Mommy tweeting that “Two glasses of red wine turns my children from Devil-Eyed-Beasts to Tolerable-Additions-To-My-Life.” No Mommy Mixologist stressing that “sometimes Mommy REALLY needs a drink.”
Even the books – "Sippy Cups Are Not for Chardonnay," "The Three-Martini Playdate" and the just-released "Reasons Mommy Drinks" – arrived on bookshelves long after my own mother’s reasons to drink had grown up.
I wonder if, had my mother been born later, she might have adopted the Twitter handle @mommyhidesboozeinthewashingmachine. Might she have tweeted that “Vodka in my coffee dulls the sound of daughter’s begging me to stop drinking”? The thing is, I’ve seen the “mommy needs a drink” culture up close. It’s not that funny.