Drunken St. Paddy’s Day of Years Past

At four years sober, looking back I can see how my whole life revolved around alcohol.

St. Paddy’s Day is, of course, a huge drinking holiday. All I needed in the past was alcohol to make it a success.

So much so, that it was my first night out just 6 weeks after my first daughter was born 17 years ago.

On March 17, 2005 I got out of my nursing pajamas and into my kelly green to hit up an Irish pub with a friend while hubs stayed home alone with the baby for the first time ever.

I loved it.

I was impressed with my hot mom body (don’t hate me).

I had a skinny waist, brand new boobs, and insatiable desire for a night out of the house. I was ready to hit the scene and show it all off.

I was thrilled when the opportunity spontaneously arose. I leapt into that pub, chugged my green beer, and announced to everyone that I was (gasp!) a new mom.

I was just begging for attention, and on an absolute high.

“Look at me, doing it all! A new Mom, still cool enough to party! I have a brand new baby at home!”

How impressive it was of me to be out and about already.