Roses are red, we like Becks Blue, Tryers to be Dryers push on through. 2019 will be our Valentine.

[Frouby]

Thread 4 for support, tips, tricks and friendship as we reduce our alcohol intake even more. For anyone who wants to reduce, stop, moderate or even just track their drinking.

Absolutely no judgement, just support. Everyone welcome.

Previous threads somewhere but am rubbish at clicky links.

Old tryers and new dryers, welcome to our thread. The one that starts in February and will see us all hit our goals as we move forwards.

Frouby Re: The Fucking Faff, good lord un-bloody-believable. I have a 50something male living with me who has a responsible job and makes important decisions all day. Then he puts his brain neatly on his desk and comes home. He needs to be directed to "help" then The Fucking Faff. He is away this week as mentioned, as well as all the normal shopping, meals, homework, school runs and full time job, I have managed a day off school for "Parents Evening" yesterday, same tomorrow for other kid in other school, two sets of work permit bullshit, protracted school play outfit drama (in French ) and booking a budget break to soak up some of the next school holiday. The last thing for example involves a number of small decisions to get everything to connect together, get something half way nice without spending too much. Was it a pain in the arse? Yes. Did it get done? Yes. Dither Pants would not have got near it.

Good for you Frouby! I totally hear you. I even earn more than DH and he likes to think he's all into equality. He's certainly reliant on me keeping the financial show in the road whenever he has to take extended sick leave, but it still somehow defaults to me to sort nearly everything for the kids. He rang me in a panic from nursery the other day to ask "did we apply for dd2's school place because apparently the deadline was in January"? Good job I have him keeping on top of this stuff for me eh? As for cooking we used divvy things up so I did all the boring cooking that keeps us alive and he would use every utensil in the house and spend a fortune making something fancy at the weekend, but since he now can't eat anything I seem to be in charge of the lot, which isn't easy when fish, rice and red peppers are your only permitted ingredients (and the girls will eat nothing but pizza).

longest mine made a Cooking Effort last weekend (rare these days). We were going walking with another family, cook burgers and walk back (time, place, blanket, grill, lighter, rolls, salad, sauces, you know organized). His job - burgers. Then the questions start. How many? (which involves adding the number of members of our family and the other family together) Anyway rather than go buy some burgers (not a tough task around here) he has to spend the whole of Friday night hand making some/trashing kitchen/getting in my way while I was cooking curry.
Fish, rice and red peppers? Yes that's very challenging.

I think I am glad that I don't live with a man, having just read this. Though XH was like an entire one-man army on the march, so a bit of faffing wouldn't have gone amiss there.

DD is at school. Or so I hope (I had to leave the house before she did).

Hope today goes well, Frouby!

If I never see another sushi roll or smoked haddock risotto it will be too soon.

NC what are the chances a doctor will check Vit D levels? I got this last year when I went for my never-ending-period as part of routine check. Of course levels were low. Mind you if mine are low I can't imagine who's isn't. I live in a freeking desert, am not dark skinned, don't cover up religiously with clothing and sunscreen and am outside in the sun daily. I stopped looking in mirrors when my face started falling off many years ago. I find it helps me not to be reminded what completely knackered looks like.
Well done on school Dion. I fell out with my eldest at the parents thing yesterday cause I'm "mean". Well that's true

longest I know he has a crazy restrictive diet but how did it come to those three things?

Well there are one or two other things he can have in moderation. Courgettes for example. But he can't have FODMAPs (which is anything that ferments, which is most things including garlic and onions, sob), gluten, lactose, spices, anything with more than 5% fat (which is most things that aren't FODMAPs), pulses, caffeine. Gah!

Right yes I see, that's crazy hard. No garlic or onion. Nightmare.

Longest I feel for you. My best friend's OH has or rather had, very severe gastric problems and decided that FODMAP was the way to go. He has so restricted his diet that all he eats, literally for every meal, is salmon, potatoes, tomatoes and chocolate. It makes going out for meals either in restaurants or at friends very difficult.
I'm lucky in that my DP eats absolutely everything - he is a greedy bastard but very easy to live with!

Anglaise, that sounds very similar (though DH won't eat salmon as too high fat and tomatoes only in moderation). It's very isolating. I had not realised so much of our social and romantic life revolved around food.

Just flying by....

Frouby....the vagina guide

Leaving - the fucking faff..

You both made me Pmsl 😆

Flossie he has this line when I’m in the kitchen running around and he knows I know what I’m doing but he has no clue “is there anything I can do?”. Every time I give him a withering look and reply “seems unlikely doesn’t it?”

Men are such knobs!!

My knob has done a total sum of fuck all, all day. Which to be honest was easier as he deliberately avoided me all day. He's been watching tv in our room so he doesn't distract me.

I want to rage that he has done fuck all but at least he has stayed out of my way. So bonus I suppose.

He's just gone to pick tea up because stew was obviously beyond him. I did say at 8.45am he needed to get the slow cooker on and he just looked at me as though I was mad.

He asked at 5.30 what was for tea. Apparently 'stew, which you made earlier' wasn't the right answer either 😂😂😂.

So a nice calorific pizza and chips it is then.

2 more days of Cheltenham to go. My arse aches with all the sitting down and I was desperate for fresh air earlier so dragged the dog out, but it was hailing and windy and she was not amused.

Am going to have my tea, have got a couple of free bets to do at 8pm for the football then am going to bed.

My cat hasn’t been out all day frouby. Storm Gareth is too much for him. He keeps standing by the door and sniffing the fresh air, but not actually going across the threshold.

I’ve been feeling glum about being so bloody single, but having just read your posts, I should be cock a hoop!

Went shopping today and bought a new jumpsuit even though I’m too fat and poor really. I’m going out to a new bar opening tomorrow and a party on Saturday, and I have no nice clothes.

Second day this week of drinking more than half a bottle. Can't decide if I am lamenting crap day or celebrating political shenanigans. Perhaps both at the same time merits too much wine?

Longest, I'm so sorry about your DH's dietary restrictions. That is really hard for both of you. There's always something to worry about, isn't there?

Flossie, I am thinking of you.

Love the 'stew you made earlier' reply, Frouby 😂

NC4, I'm jealous of your shopping trip. I have to stay away from shops in the same way I ought to stay away from the gin aisle in Tesco.

However... whoop whoop ... Day One is over (enforced by driving, it's true, but it still counts). Have had a cup of tea and am going to bed. Thank God for that.

What is pissing me off today is that if I can do one day, I can do two. And if I can do two, I can do three. If I can do three, I can surely do 30. And so on. So why can't I get beyond one (or two at the most)?

Well done Dion!

Answering purely for myself, the reason I can't turn day 1 or 2 into a long stretch without the kind of misery I demonstrated in Jan is because I still haven't embraced the AF night as as valid as a wine night. It's more a delaying of wine o'clock to the following day. Semi-dry Jan helped a bit to change this attitude, but not enough. If anything it reinforced the idea that AF nights are second best.

Ah, I remember the days of front doors slamming at 6pm and the shout going up "Get that bloody kettle on"!

Christine the front door slams here then the fridge door goes for a beer not a cuppa 🙈.

Was dry last night and had a lovely sleep but couldn't get back to sleep when dh got up at 5am. Going to do some washing and drying and pop the abandoned stew on.

Day 3 of Cheltenham and am feeling a bit knackered by it all. But making money so can't grumble.

Weather is bloody vile here and ds is refusing to go to breakfast club and I can't be arsed to argue, though he will have to go tomorrow no matter what as its a busier day usually. Hoping dh is home from work early enough to pick him up tomorrow.

Nothing else to report. It's all horses and odds and bookies here which is interesting for about 3 minutes 😂😂

It’s good to be busy though Frouby. I’ve got no work today, and I had no work yesterday. It’s giving me angst. I can’t afford to be this quiet.
Today I will mostly be chasing invoices and trying to get new work in.

Frouby, you and I ought to sleep together . I was dry last night, and slept remarkably well. Can't think why.

Usual stuff here. DD is at school despite complaints.

Good luck with the work-chasing, NC4.

I was also dry last night and slept pretty well. Budge up Frouby and Dion.
Won't be dry tonight - I'm meeting a friend for a few drinks, but she''s not a big drinker (unlike my other friends) so I'll probably moderate reasonably well.

As long as neither of you snore or breathe you can squash in Dion and NC. But if you breathe on me or snore I have a very pointy, very sticky out little toenail I stab folk with 😂.

Just having a coffee and a breather. I like being busy I must admit. Stew is already on, been to Tesco's, dropped ds at school, and many, many bets on. Some more to go yet but need to wait until nearer the time for the odds to come in a bit.