Today is National Margarita Day, and I, for one, am all for it. I mean if there’s an Arbor Day, then I think it stands to reason that there should be a day that celebrates what is undeniably one of the best alcoholic beverages out there. When you think about it, that gives us not one, but two days each year (NMD and Cinco de Mayo) when it’s okay to say that you have “booze in the blender, and soon it will render that frozen concoction.” But is it a concoction, as Jimmy Buffet sang, “that helps [you] hang on”?
Because for me, drinking has morphed a bit. And it’s affecting my National Margarita Day, and I’m not happy about it.
You see, at first parenting drove me to drink. Truly. It did. Like almost every day. Nothing huge, but certainly a beer or two to take the edge off on most nights. It’s like a friend of mine once said: “If you added up the entire amount I drink, I probably drink less now than I did before I was a parent. But I definitely drink more often.” And that was me. To a tee.
But something funny happened. I all but stopped drinking. Don’t get me wrong. I have my moments. And I even have my months: December being the prime example. (Damn holidays!) But aside from those moments or those stretches, I’m pretty much a non-drinker these days. And I’m pretty much a non-drinker these days for one simple reason:
Yup. The ones who once “drove me to drink.” Once they started getting mobile, it’s almost like I had no time to drink. And whenever I did, I would inevitably pay for it the next morning thanks to their early wake-up times. And I’m not worth much unless I’m rested. And now that we have so many mobile units, I’m tired enough as it is. Something had to give.
For me it was booze. And I’m not happy about it because tonight, I’d like nothing more than to celebrate National Margarita Day with a margarita, but it’s overwhelmingly likely that I won’t. After all, who knows? One could very well lead to two. And these days, even two margaritas takes more energy out of me than I’m willing to give.
Largely thanks to four kids who demand so much of that energy. And a man only has so much of it, so I guess I figure I should use what limited amounts I have on them.
So if you’re celebrating National Margarita Day, would you mind having one for me? Because I could really use a drink!